Romon found a slightly safer place, sat down in meditation, and sensed the state of his own power.
The moment he entered meditation, a patch of green light and black mist emerged.
The green light continuously drew in the black mist and purified it. Almost at the same time, wisps of black mist seemed to be desperately seeping toward the green light, trying to penetrate it.
Romon hissed. "Corrosion!"
This was an extremely terrifying problem. His power had actually been corroded in the Demon Abyss!
The Shennong Horn Space could absorb and devour demonic nature, yet the Abyssal demonic mist seemed deeply interested in the green light as well, desperately trying to absorb and devour it.
The two were presently in balance, which was why he had been able to maintain such a normal state until now.
But how long could this mutually restraining situation last? If it went on for too long, would it cause him even greater harm?
Romon frowned.
He decided that he had to find a way home immediately and leave this place as quickly as possible.
At the same time, waves of music drifted from the castle of the Demon Baron territory where Romon was.
This part of the Abyss was different—it was a castle district.
The enormous, towering castle was exceptionally vast, far surpassing a baronial castle in the Main World. It was probably as large as a human village or town. Its interior was constructed from black marble and adorned with all manner of treasures. Most of these treasures were relatively rare even in the human world, yet within this castle, they were as commonplace as ordinary objects.
Naturally, this was because the Abyssal World was also a world, and it naturally contained countless things that could be called treasures. But such items