Chapter 336: Abyssal Plane

Normally, even if someone wanted to attack a member of Seranthiel, they wouldn’t do it here.

Behind him, King Street was home to Seranthiel members.

If an attack here wasn’t a one-hit kill, the noise would draw others.

Even if you killed someone, escaping would be difficult.

As Helag rounded a corner, he prepared for combat.

He saw the young man, who also noticed him, turning to meet his gaze.

Bron, hands in his robe pockets, wore a sinister smile.

He withdrew his left hand, holding a fiery red stone.

Curious about Bron’s intentions, Helag suddenly felt spatial ripples around him.

Realizing Bron was initiating a teleportation, Helag knew he had to act fast.

If he was teleported away, his fate would be grim.

Bron must have meticulously planned this, daring to teleport him to a specific location.

Helag hadn’t expected such a method.

He’d imagined a direct attack, not being whisked away.

Helag’s forward motion halted as he sensed the teleportation complete, recognizing the familiar atmosphere.

Looking around, he saw the same empty street, houses a hundred meters away.

But now, the street was dust-covered.

Distant houses appeared dilapidated, as if many years had passed.

Gazing skyward, Helag saw a landscape unlike Silvermoon City.

A barren land, devoid of even a single weed.

On the distant horizon, faint mountain silhouettes were visible.

Breathing deeply, Helag felt invigorated by the familiar air.

He realized where he was.

The Abyssal Plane.

Helag’s chest bore a pulsating bloodline mark, reacting to the Abyssal Plane’s aura.

Turning his gaze to Bron, Helag wondered why he’d brought him here.

Bron, ecstatic, surveyed the surroundings, visibly thrilled.

He knelt, fervently bowing and kissing the dusty ground.

“Are you insane?” Helag’s words shattered the atmosphere.

Bron, hearing him, remembered Helag’s presence.

In his excitement, he’d nearly forgotten his purpose.

Rising, Bron faced Helag, a cruel smile on his lips, “You’re calm. Do you know where you are?”

His arrogance was palpable, his gaze condescending.

To Bron, Helag’s calmness stemmed from ignorance of his location.

Such a naive wizard, unaware of his impending doom.

Helag replied, “Yes, the Abyssal Plane. Haven’t you been here?”

Bron was stunned, “How do you know? Have you been here?”

“Occasionally,” Helag nonchalantly replied, cleaning his ear.

Bron was skeptical, disbelieving Helag.

Few Abyssal cultists had visited here; how could a wizard have?

Those who reached the Abyssal Plane did so long ago; the planes’ passage had closed.

Bron had reviewed Helag’s records; he couldn’t have visited the Abyssal Plane, so Helag must be lying.

Though puzzled by Helag’s recognition of the Abyssal Plane, it didn’t change Helag’s fate.

Bron spread his arms, shattering his clothes with magic, revealing a massive scar across his chest.

To Helag, he seemed like an ignorant ant, “Here, I can unleash my full power, granted by the great god. Dying by my hand is your honor.”

Bron’s chest scar split open, revealing a massive black tongue.

The scar became a mouth, with a black tongue protruding.

Simultaneously, Bron’s body grew, rapidly expanding.

His limbs swelled, resembling tentacles.

In moments, Bron transformed into a four-legged creature with a large mouth and a black tongue.

His head hung limply on his back, eyes now gray.

Bron’s aura was immensely powerful, far beyond a third-class wizard apprentice.

His feet lightly touched the ground, creating deep craters, with cracks spreading outward.

“This is my true power, rivaling a second-level wizard. Crushing you is as easy as squashing an ant,” a voice boomed from Bron’s chest mouth.

“This is the power of the god! When he descends upon the wizard plane, he will rule it. Weak wizards, prepare to die!”

Bron was ecstatic, overwhelmed by his newfound strength.

He’d never felt such power.

Bron felt invincible, capable of destroying anything.

“This robe was bought by Reese; better not ruin it.”

Helag’s calm tone shattered Bron’s excitement.

He watched Helag remove his robe, storing it in a spatial ring.

Helag smiled at Bron, “Thanks for bringing me here, giving me a chance to experiment. I wouldn’t dare come alone.”

“What do you mean?” Bron, unnerved by Helag’s smile and calm demeanor, felt uneasy.

But he dismissed it, knowing Helag’s strength—a liquefied wizard.

A liquefied wizard couldn’t possibly pose a threat.

Bron’s power rivaled a second-level wizard; Helag was no match.