"This was an accident as well." Ang raised a hand and rubbed his brow, his expression somewhat grave.
"When I was at Lake Grace Volcano, I happened to come across a Lizardman Legend setting up a Magic Teleportation Array. Its purpose was to connect to the God-Demon Battlefield."
"The lizardmen can do something like that?" Quintina froze at his words, her eyes widening round.
"I don't know how they managed it either." Ang slowly shook his head, a trace of chill in his voice.
"But I saw it with my own eyes. He successfully set up the array and forcibly summoned more than twenty Four-armed Foul Spirits from the teleportation array, along with one Tier 3 Foul Spirit."
Quintina sharply sucked in a breath, her entire face changing color.
She nearly cried out, "Have the lizardmen gone mad?! Foul Spirits are a race of the Abyssal Prison!"
"Any plane they invade has only one ending—falling into the Abyssal Prison and becoming their hunting ground! The lizardmen... how could they dare do this?"
Ang merely shrugged, his tone indifferent. "I was worried they would keep transporting more Foul Spirits into the Archipelago Plane. By then, we might not even have a chance to catch our breath, so I could only strike first."
Quintina was stunned for a moment before nodding fiercely, her gaze sharp. "You did the right thing. This means the lizardmen have lost their last shred of legitimacy."
"They actually dared risk touching the Abyssal Prison. They are completely unworthy of trust. It seems we must be even more wary of them from now on."
"Mm." Ang's expression turned stern as he acknowledged her words.
"Then... what about the Lizardman Legend asking you to meet them?" Quintina pondered briefly before looking up at Ang.
"I'll go, but not for