Wings of Freedom

The sudden turn of events naturally drew everyone's attention.

Radley, who had been preparing to attack, stopped as well and stared in confusion at the billowing clouds of dust in the distance.

What had fallen from the sky?

A meteor?

Or had some rare treasure appeared?

A figure slowly emerged from the dust.

He was a burly man in black armor, his red hair streaming in the wind amid the dust.

Silver Secret Marks shimmered faintly on the skin exposed between his armor.

He was Jing Gege, one of the fifteen players who had come from outer space to gather information on Purple Orchid Star.

His gaze swept across the people present.

He had already gotten a general idea of the situation.

He hadn't just appeared out of nowhere. He had been watching from high above ever since the five Purple Cloud youths in black robes were pursued.

After the five youths had been surrounded, he'd also heard every word of their conversation with Radley.

The Purple Cloud Race spoke the universal language of the cosmos, and as a veteran player of over ten years, he naturally understood it.

From their conversation, he'd already pieced together some of what was going on.

First of all, the Demon God Race they spoke of was probably the Asura Race that had occupied the Purple Cloud Star System.

After occupying the Purple Cloud Star System, the Asura Race hadn't wiped out the Purple Cloud Race, who had originally lived there. Instead, they'd taken on the identity of the God and Demon Race, enslaving the Purple Cloud Race and using them as slaves and food.

The Asura Race sure knew how to have fun.

Ten thousand years had passed, and the Purple Cloud Race seemed to have forgotten they were members of the Cosmic