Teleporting Back

"..."

The Abyssal Will!

It shrouded every plane of the Abyss and watched every Abyss Demon.

Like the All-Knowing Eye created by the Wizard Black Tower, it had no independent consciousness. It operated according to the underlying rules set when it was created.

It was an impartial judge of wizards and demons, a guide leading them toward glory.

It was not some powerful combatant.

But that did not mean its warning could be ignored.

Whoever controlled the Abyssal Will could fight—and was strong enough to disregard even Seventh-Ring Tier power.

Yin Ming was not surprised. He watched a blurred face take shape from the aura of the Abyss.

He nodded readily. "I'll leave right away. But there's a big fellow behind me, and I'm afraid it won't be as easy to talk to."

"It's a product of your own Abyss. It has nothing to do with me."

With that, Yin Ming activated the small metal sphere in his hand.

It was a trophy he had obtained from hunting Aman the Succubus on the Beck Subplane.

Unlike an ordinary teleportation sphere, it let him travel freely to the subplane outside New Moon Night and could block teleportation by ordinary metal spheres.

But because the Demon King Christine had put a bounty on him, he had never gone to the Beck Subplane. The sphere had gathered dust in his storage bag. If chance had not brought him to the Abyssal Plane, he might never have remembered it.

Hum!

White light flared from the metal sphere, and a ripple spread through space.

The world spun around him.

Yin Ming vanished and reappeared in a subplane smaller than a Plane Fragment.

Before him stood a gigantic dead, petrified tree. It had awed him when he first saw it, but after seeing Beelzebub's plane-sized head,