Gilan took Vivi through the air over the countless "evil trenches," but during the journey, the little familiar began to feel intensely unwell.
"Master, Vivi feels a little dizzy."
As Vivi spoke, she suddenly swayed in midair, then lost control and fell downward.
Gilan reacted swiftly, scooping her into his palm.
Vivi looked extremely weak and had already fallen asleep.
The Black River and the air here are saturated with a powerful mysterious magnetic field, along with an almost undetectable toxin. Only by crossing via the suspension bridges can one remain conscious...
Gilan hovered in midair, surveying his surroundings.
Vivi was merely a high-ring Viscount devil. Being in the eighth layer of Hell was somewhat beyond her, and the environment here was simply too harsh for her.
Unlike Gilan, who possessed the rank of an Apostle, his bodily functions—including those of the mind, Gnosis, and spirituality—had all reached ceiling-level. He could completely ignore the effects of the surrounding environment.
Gilan had no choice but to return Vivi to the sapphire ring to recuperate, while he continued onward alone.
He was incredibly fast, streaking across the sky like a Meteor. In barely a few minutes, he crossed the thousands of kilometers of "evil trenches" and reached the end.
There, the Black River converged, forming a colossal and spectacular vortex. The currents spun at tremendous speed, while the opening at its center was so deep that its bottom could not be seen at a glance.
Without hesitation, Gilan plunged vertically into the center of the vortex.
Whoosh—
His figure was inconspicuous within the enormous vortex, seeming incomparably tiny.
Gilan felt a powerful sense of weightlessness.
He continued falling through the vortex's center.
The mysterious magnetic field coming from all around grew increasingly intense, as though it were warping space and tugging at