The next day.
Rayne sat on the bridge of the Aiseng, looking down at the boundless land below. Gloomy green Fel Energy had polluted nearly every inch of the ground. The air was filled with an evil aura, and the sky was covered by dark clouds that never dispersed. Pillars of Fel Energy smoke rose into the heavens one after another.
As far as the eye could see, a Demon Nest stood every few miles across the ground, with countless monsters running rampant.
Demons, Evil Orcs, Demonfolk, Mutated Goblins, Ram Beasts... and so on. They frequently clashed and fought among themselves, making this place little different from the real Abyss.
This was San Fernando, the future Luoshengdu.
"What a pity that such good land has been occupied by monsters." Livlin stood nearby, looking at this Fel-ravaged wasteland with regret written all over her face.
"Indeed."
A tall, thin Wizard with gray hair and beard nodded. He was Saruman, the lord of Aiseng.
Beside them stood a tall Dark Elf. Her skin was smooth as black jade, her delicate features beautiful, and her simple yet daring Magic robe accentuated her alluring figure. Her silver hair fell all the way to her ankles, and her entire body radiated a wild beauty.
The Moonlit Dancer, Kuilu, one of the Seven Sisters.
Ever since boarding the Star Destroyer, Kuilu had frequently glanced at Saruman. She always felt there was something strange about this mysterious Soul Saint Wizard. Although this was their first meeting, he somehow felt familiar to her. His strength was unfathomable, and his aura was extremely concealed.
Yet she could not find any flaw.
Rayne chuckled inwardly. The perception of a dual Chosen Champion and an Archmage really is sharp. He casually echoed her, saying, "That's why we came."
At this moment,