The Shadow Plane was an incomparably vast region. Its essence was the shadow of every plane in the entire Multiverse, filled with all manner of contradictory creations. Eternal night was its inevitable theme.
Perhaps the Shadow Plane was not as fraught with danger as the Abyss, but it was undoubtedly the strangest place in the Multiverse. Even rogues who dealt with shadows every day found it difficult to explain what mysteries filled that dark, lightless world.
And now, that was precisely where Owen had fled through Super Long-Distance Random Teleportation.
Watching the many Law Fractures left behind after the Rune Sage crossed space, the two Legendary Mages stood silently in place for a moment. At this point, shifting blame and complaining to each other were meaningless. The more crucial question before the two hunters was—should they continue the pursuit?
If it was only the Shadow Plane, the two Legendary powerhouses still had the strength to pursue their enemy deep inside. That dark world did not possess Legendary-tier concealment capabilities either, so using Divination Spells to track the severely wounded old mage would not actually be too difficult...
"Damn it, warriors of the Hammer Tribe never let prey escape once they have set their sights on it. Babeng cannot tolerate that old liar getting away. Babeng will keep hunting him... to the ends of the earth!"
Tilting his enormous head, the ogre mage glared viciously at Whisper of Destruction beside him. The bloody stench in his mouth had already merged with a storm formed from spiritual power.
Clearly, Thick Rock Layer, fixated on hunting prey and obtaining the reward, was unwilling to let the enemy escape so easily. He still wanted to charge into the Shadow Plane and capture Owen. If he had the ability, this reckless ogre would surely have