Bai Luo stared in horror at the veiled woman in the distance. Facing those profound eyes that seemed able to see straight through the soul, he desperately tried to calm himself, yet his body trembled faintly beyond his control.
More than anyone, he knew this woman's identity. She was the person he hated most—and feared most.
As long as this woman remained, he could only be the Shadow Empire's First General, never Bai Luo, King of the Envy Royal Family. Leviathan—unless he could get rid of this woman... But that was clearly an impossible task. Once, he had inadvertently come extremely close to achieving that goal, yet because of a certain damned person, he had ultimately failed. From then on, he had been forced to rein in his ambitions, forced to cower within Yego Fortress, forced to make a whole series of precautions to preserve his life... Bai Luo's first instinct was to flee. Yet when he turned around, he discovered that someone had silently appeared before him—someone familiar.
He was a tall man with purple hair, clad in full golden armor. His face was square, his brow bones deep-set, and his pale golden pupils gleamed with a cold, severe light, giving him an imposing air without the need for anger.
"Azgalo!" Bai Luo shuddered. Recalling the strange condition of those corpses just now, he immediately understood and cried out, "You actually pledged allegiance to the Shadow Empire!"
"Hmph!" Azgalo snorted coldly, offering no explanation.
Back then, he had been effortlessly captured in Dark Moon by "Isis." Catherine had offered him a way to live: serve the Shadow Empire for a hundred years, and she would grant the Beelzebub Royal Family a territory in which to survive. Control of that territory would likewise last for a hundred years. Afterward, Azgalo