The dim space grew even darker after the female knight left. Emptiness surrounded it on all sides. The shattered space slowly began to mend after the group of powerful figures departed, while the scattered Elemental Particles also gradually gathered together.
During this process, Borton's head floated through the space like discarded scrap.
Who could have imagined that the owner of this head had once been a lord favored by the Abyss, commanding dozens of great galaxies and ruling over more than a hundred billion subjects?
The Federation's universe was incomparably vast. Every day, countless remarkable stories unfolded in different corners. In this enormous arena, there was no shortage of legends about lowly figures rising to prominence. Yet there were just as many legendary figures who died like ants in forgotten corners...
The divine light in Borton's eyes gradually faded. He could feel himself about to disappear, about to leave the world of the living. At that moment, everything from his life flashed rapidly through his mind like scenes from a revolving lantern...
He had been born on the Ninth Layer, the harshest environment in the Abyss. With the Void Gate behind it, the corrosive power had made the demonic creatures there even more bloodthirsty and cruel. Many had even been bewitched by voices sealed within it, becoming twisted existences.
The Dylan Demons were the royal family of the Ninth Layer. They occupied the Abyss's broadest yet most barren territory and had survived under the corrosion of the void for years. As a result, the Dylan Demons looked even more like monsters of the void. Many people... even many demons, instinctively felt a physical revulsion when they saw a Dylan Demon...
Because they looked terrifying...
That terror had been shaped by the void. The void of the Spirit Dimension had extracted