As night fell, the daylight of the Ruins gradually faded, starting from the east.
The earth seemed to be covered by a black carpet. Before long, that "carpet" reached the canyon.
Before long, the entire canyon was plunged into darkness.
When the last ray of daylight vanished from the doorway, the silver-haired old man opened his eyes in the corner on the western side of the small room.
Michael's eyes showed deep weariness.
Ever since he had been burned by the Formlessness Heavenly Fire on the divine mountain that day, he still had not fully recovered.
This was due not only to the Formlessness Heavenly Fire, but also to that strange snake.
With its seemingly endless vitality from who knew where, the strange snake had surrounded Michael day and night, leaving him no time to recover.
If it had merely been an ordinary Exotic Beast, things would have been easier. Even if it were somewhat large, Michael could still have found a way to escape.
But that strange snake was no ordinary creature. In these past few days of contact, Michael had already learned that it possessed a peculiar ability.
Once someone was killed by it, the dead person's spiritual will would belong to it and be enslaved by it.
Although Michael did not believe that a mere giant snake from the Ruins could enslave his will, the dignity of the Chief of Angels would not allow him to let such a thing happen.
Moreover, at night, strange figures whose bodies glowed green would appear in addition to the strange snake.
These creatures were not individually powerful, but they were numerous, and every so often, one or two special individuals with bizarre abilities would appear among them.
It was these things' relentless harassment, day and night, that left Michael no