The moment they were tossed out of the Metal Lifeform, Garen saw the endless mountain ranges below.
The gale howled, and Jenny nearly lost her footing. Garen quickly reached out to steady her.
"The wind here is so strong—stronger than on the Arctic Icefield."
Garen looked down at the mountain ranges. Flecks of hazy blue-gold light shimmered across them from time to time, seemingly reflected off stones.
Tens of thousands of people braved the howling wind to gather the blue-gold stones, scattered densely across the mountains.
Just then, a figure shot up from the mountain range below at Extreme Speed.
He was a black-haired young man with the strength of a Mid-level God. He flew up in front of Garen and the others and spoke with an arrogant air.
"You four just arrived in the Infernal Realm, didn't you? If you want to join the Long Ridge Tribe, each of you has to hand over an Ink Stone first. Yes, I mean the black stones the Bauhinia Army gave you. If you hand them over, our tribe will protect you. If you refuse, you can fend for yourselves in the Infernal Realm!"
The young man had a pair of dragon horns on his head. He seemed to be a dragon-type magical beast who had evolved into a god, and he spoke with an insolent swagger.
After sizing up Garen and the others, he stared without restraint at Little Dragon, whose long hair fluttered in the wind. His gaze was feverish and hungry.
Little Dragon sensed it at once.
"Master, I don't like the way that man is looking at me."
Garen was displeased too.
"Why do we have to run into someone like him right away?"
Most tribes had, at most, a powerful Six-Star Fiend or two. Garen wasn't afraid