Some time had passed since the last attack.
The Blood Grand Duke's injuries had fully healed.
The price was the slaughter of more than a dozen populations of gold-tier creatures.
But the Blood Grand Duke had paid a price of his own.
He had also fought fierce battles with two transdimensional beings. Fortunately, his previous experience had made him exceptionally cautious.
He also feared that these transdimensional beings might have other mythic-grade existences backing them.
After only brief clashes, he had fled immediately.
Now, he stood at the edge of a cliff. Before him lay a bottomless abyss, filled with churning black mist.
As the mist roiled, it shifted in appearance, turning into skulls one moment and demonic forms the next.
Wails and howls also rang in his ears.
After carefully observing and sensing his surroundings, he gazed down thoughtfully.
"Hmm... this is already the seventh abyss that meets the conditions..."
"The previous abysses had the aura of hell too, but all they contained were its remains. Hopefully, I can find something valuable here!"
The Blood Grand Duke recalled the figure he had seen not long ago, and his resolve strengthened.
"One mythic-grade existence isn't enough to guarantee my safety. Only by finding that existence in True Hell can I secure a second safeguard."
The Blood Grand Duke knew this was his only chance.
At this moment, his longing for freedom reached its peak.
He even had a premonition that he would find the existence he sought here.
With that thought, the Blood Grand Duke hesitated no longer and jumped.
The enormous wings formed from blood flapped slowly behind him. Wind whispered in his ears as though a demon were murmuring beside him, making the nerves in his forehead throb.
A skull formed from black mist rushed toward him, its