When Heavenly Wing Demon Lord was brought out of the sealing chamber in Saine's laboratory, the broken wings on his back were still trembling lightly.
It was not that he wanted to resist. The deep-layer origin power of the Evil Swamp was constantly tugging at him.
The Final Silence Radiance on the sealing chamber's outer layer had already been lowered to an extremely suppressive level, and several Mechanical Chains firmly locked down Heavenly Wing Demon Lord's Rule True Body. Yet when Saine prepared to take him deeper into the Evil Swamp, those once-closed polluted eyes still opened again, one after another.
Heavenly Wing Demon Lord's breathing grew noticeably heavier.
"You're afraid," Saine said.
Heavenly Wing Demon Lord did not deny it.
Given his former status as a Level-12 Temple Lord, having his fear pointed out by Saine in front of the Evil Spirit King, Jiang Qi, and the others was certainly no honorable matter.
But he could no longer afford to care about his pride.
The deeper they went into the Evil Swamp Time-Space, the more Heavenly Wing Demon Lord could feel that cold, viscous, all-pervading force calling him back.
It was neither an order nor the summons of some distinct will. It was more like there was a faceless presence in the deepest reaches of the entire Evil Swamp Time-Space, pressing against his origin and breathing without cease.
With every breath, it asked him why he had not returned yet.
"I can't hold on much longer," Heavenly Wing Demon Lord said with difficulty.
"The longer you hold on, the better your chances of surviving," Saine said, patting his shoulder.
Heavenly Wing Demon Lord fell silent.
Saine did not continue comforting him.
There had rarely been such a thing as comfort on a Mage's Laboratory Table.
Over the past several