The Vengeful Spirit

"Chirp, chirp!"

The mountain-sized black bird of prey circled in the sky, occasionally catching a great demon for food and letting out a joyous, ringing cry.

Anjelin, Doflamingo, and the few other Reincarnators who had been lucky enough to survive, including Jack, were crouched in the shadows behind several boulders, too frightened to move a muscle.

That monstrous bird is definitely higher than level five!

Feeling its terrifying pressure, Anjelin could hardly think. Only one voice screamed in her mind.

The creature felt just like a god from legend. She couldn't summon the slightest desire to resist it.

Could it be... that only a level-six Reincarnator could just barely stand against it?

Even in the Main God Space, level-six Reincarnators were mythical beings.

Judging by the levels assigned to Reincarnators through enhancements and by the Main God, level-six and level-seven Reincarnators had to exist. Yet Anjelin had never heard any news of them.

But now, feeling the monstrous bird's pressure, she immediately thought of them.

"That huge population of demons, and those great demons that can fly and use spells... they're actually just food for that bird?"

In another corner, Doflamingo watched the scene in utter disbelief.

Fortunately, the bird seemed not to have noticed anything amiss below, giving them a chance to escape with their lives.

The Silver Wing Team waited anxiously until long after the bird had eaten its fill and disappeared. Only then did they suddenly emerge and sprint as far away as they could.

"Damn it, what kind of world is this Punishment Dungeon?"

Only after escaping the area around the river of magma did Doflamingo feel the unease weighing on his heart gradually fade. His face was deathly pale, and his body trembled slightly. He was nothing like the breeder who had once strutted proudly