Five streaks of radiant light cut across the sky. In mere moments, they had flown beyond the continent and reached the middle of the ocean.
Russell followed at an unhurried pace. From afar, he spotted a middle-aged man clad in armor. He immediately accelerated at full speed and shouted, "Sun God Russell is here! Who goes there ahead? State your name!"
Russell had spoken in the Demon Race's language. When searching the memories of the five demons, he had copied and learned this foreign tongue, along with the writing used within the Demon Race—Demon Script.
The Demon Race's language and writing had nothing to do with the Great Desolate World. Both had been created by the Demon Emperor and taught by the Demon Master.
There were also many fields of knowledge, such as Artifact Forging and Formation Arrays, all skills useful for combat.
The more Russell looked into it, the more he felt the Demon Emperor was a transmigrator with a system.
He just did not know where the Demon Emperor's hometown was, or whether it had legends concerning Olympus. If it did...
Russell felt he would stand out far too much and become a prime target for elimination.
On the other side, the middle-aged man in armor was slightly stunned when he suddenly heard a native announce himself as Sun God Russell.
He waved a hand and put away five Star Banners. Thinking that he could not weaken the Demon Race's prestige, he boomed, "Listen well, newcomer. I am Great Sage Chongming of the Demon Race—"
Crackle! Crackle!
Blue light swirled in Russell's eyes, electric arcs crawling across his body. He thrust both hands forward and discharged at full power, hurling all the lightning within him out at once.
Hundred Thousand Volts!
Rumble!
A blinding mass of white light