Gathering of Heroes

Inside the great hall, Black Phoenix stood beside Green. Little Eight, who had been off playing in the distance, had also been summoned back by Green and landed on his shoulder.

After the space on Black Phoenix's wings twisted, ripples flashed, and a constantly rotating eyeball appeared—the coordinate marker the Abyssal Cyclops Troll had left for Black Phoenix.

With a "pop," the eyeball enveloped Black Phoenix and Green like a bubble. The surrounding space turned illusory, and after an intense spatial compression, Green and Black Phoenix appeared in an unfamiliar space.

"The timing is just right."

The three-meter-tall Abyssal Cyclops Troll walked over. After the enormous eye on its face stared at Green for a while, it looked at Black Phoenix. "Will he be a problem?"

The bubble formed from the eyeball burst. Black Phoenix rapidly circled twice through the air in an imposing manner before saying in a deep voice, "Rest assured. He is more than capable of taking the place of the Ginseng Tree Fairy."

As he spoke, Black Phoenix slowly landed atop a huge skeleton from some unknown beast.

Meanwhile, Green looked around. The entire hall resembled an exhibition chamber for bone armor art, with all manner of bizarre creature bone armor standing everywhere, as though silently recounting this Abyssal Cyclops Troll's history of growth and glorious achievements.

"Shadow of Despair, do you see that bone armor over there?"

Following Black Phoenix's gesture, Green looked over and saw the bone armor of a human wizard displayed in the most conspicuous place in the hall. It seemed to hold an extraordinary significance for the Cyclops Troll.

"Five hundred years ago, Cyclops killed a Four-Star Holy Tower supreme being who had only just fallen from the throne of King of the Abyss. After losing his throne, that King of