Outside the Stigma World, Lynn stood on the wasteland, facing the nine Lords closing in from all four directions.
He looked east at the White Bone Road, north at Ice Hell, south at the Netherworld Illusion Domain, and west at the Rotten Mire.
Twelve Lords: four at stigma peak, and eight at the middle and upper stigma ranks.
Plus the hundreds of millions of undead under their command.
He sighed.
All right, time to run.
Once I devour Lin Chen's bloodline, I'll come back like a dragon king returning in triumph...
He pushed off the ground and shot up from the wasteland, his silver-white wizard robe snapping in the wind.
As the hem of his robe flipped up, starlight rapidly gathered in the Netherworld sky, and a pair of Starlight Wings suddenly unfurled behind him.
The wings were formed from silver-blue starlight. Each feather was a strand of stellar radiance compressed to its limit, its edges glowing cold white.
The instant the wings spread, they forced the surrounding air outward in a visible shock wave, blowing bone fragments and bone dust far across the wasteland.
Lynn beat his wings and shot south like a meteor.
The Bone Monarch stood at the end of the White Bone Road, the road beneath its feet still extending forward.
It saw Lynn take Lin Chen away, saw the Starlight Wings sprout from Lynn's back, and saw him charge south.
Its soul fire erupted, gray-white light blasting out of its skull and scorching the surrounding bone branches with a crackle.
"Stop him!" The Bone Monarch's voice exploded from its skull, shaking the entire wasteland.
"He took Abyss Devourer! Don't let him escape!"
As it shouted, it drove the White Bone Road beneath its feet forward.
The bone road extended frantically. The bone fragments on its