Rumble—
The savage flames from Purgatory burned fiercely, almost dyeing the entire nest a deep, dark red like congealed blood.
At the center of the field, beneath the shroud of firelight, a tall, twisted human figure stood motionless.
It was as if some special force had forcibly stretched him out. Obvious cracks could be seen at joints like his elbows and knees, making him look like a shattered ceramic doll. Beneath the torn skin, one could even glimpse flesh, sinew, and bone.
Under normal circumstances, with exaggerated injuries like his entire body had been broken apart, he would undoubtedly already be dead.
But now, the flames covering his whole body and giving off an ominous aura seemed like some sort of adhesive, forcibly piecing his shattered limbs together and barely maintaining a human shape.
Only through the melted leather armor, already ruined under the swirling streams of flame and now hanging limply at his waist, along with his still relatively intact youthful face, could one vaguely identify him as the former bottom-rung adventurer, "Abi."
Saloyan drew his attention back from the fallen figure not far away, whose chest had been pierced through by a long blade and whose life force was rapidly draining away.
He let out a slight breath of relief.
Although he could clearly judge that the two adventurers still alive on the other side should have Profession Levels far higher than this black-haired man named "Xia Nan,"
the vast experience accumulated over countless years still allowed him to instinctively sense that the danger emanating from the latter was far greater than the first two.
That was why, after completing the summoning ritual, Saloyan had immediately sent the Barbazu with the strongest combat ability to meet him in battle, and had even kept a constant eye on their