Having changed into the skin of an Abyssal Devil Race member, Green boarded a ship and swaggered into the vast demon-mist nebula.
To other creatures, Abyssal demon mist was not only pitch-black to the eye, but also effectively blocked all manner of energy perception and inflicted Abyssal infection upon wounds. Even breathing it carried a risk of mutation for lesser creatures, yet to the Abyssal Devil Race, it was like a fish returning to water.
According to this Abyssal Devil Race member's memories, Green docked the ship above an Abyss City.
"Just this one Abyss Battlefield hides so many Abyss Cities, while the Abyss World has opened more than a dozen Abyss Battlefields at once. Who knows how many Abyss Cities they have built?"
An Abyss City was roughly the same size as Sky City. As he walked across the demon-mist plaza, a little demon dragon barely a meter tall ran over.
"My lord, if you need to report your return from a mission to the Withered Bone Devil Ancestor, I can take you there. The Devil Ancestor is inspecting the observation platform."
Abyssal Demon Dragons did possess the ability to alter their size, but among the Abyssal Demon Dragons of the Wizard World, as far as Green knew, none had ever been as highly humanoid as the one before him, walking alongside Green as it spoke.
"No. I have urgent business that must be reported to the Ring Devil Ancestor."
Green ignored it and continued onward.
"The great Ring Devil Ancestor? Are you mad! You are merely a Level Four Devil Ancestor, not qualified to meet the Ring Devil Ancestor directly. If the Ring Devil Ancestor is in a bad mood, it may simply eat you! I will not accompany you to your death."
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