Chosen Champion Takes the Bait

High above, a faint golden ray tore across the sky, speeding eastward.

Rayne sat alone on the dragon's back, looking down at the land below. He had disguised himself, changing into a light-blue magic robe and transforming his appearance into that of a middle-aged wizard. He held a staff, and his dignified face bore a pair of eyes that warily scanned the surroundings.

The Golden Three-Headed Dragon had just crossed the Rockchis Mountains and entered the central region of the New Continent.

From the central region to the East Coast, this vast land was flat and boundless. It had once been the most fertile land in the world, with agricultural output capable of feeding hundreds of millions.

Now, however, Fel Energy had polluted it into a wasteland.

As far as the eye could see, countless Demon Nest beacons sent smoke into the sky. Thick black clouds never dispersed, resembling an Abyss where no sunlight could be seen.

Rayne was not unfamiliar with this region. It was Danmofu, where he and his teammates had hunted a Balor several years ago. At that time, Aeon, the Eternal Chosen had taken advantage of the Balor's death and the destruction of the Abyssal Gate to occupy this land.

Several years had passed, and it had now completely become the territory of the Netherfiends.

Several Netherfiend tribes could be seen in the distance.

"Go up."

Rayne gave a low command.

Borchi beat its wings hard and accelerated upward, piercing through the black clouds. Using the clouds to block the Netherfiends' line of sight and restraining its aura as much as possible, it continued flying east.

The Golden Three-Headed Dragon deliberately avoided the Netherfiend tribes. It crossed the Danmofu region smoothly, flew for half a day, and entered the hinterland of the Netherfiend territory.

They encountered