"Ahhhhhh! It's killing me!" In the City of Darkness, the Holy Envoy of Hell's Gate clutched his half-mutilated body and wailed in agony.
The Shadow Elder stood pale-faced by the side, struggling to maintain the spatial vortex amidst Ling Feng's relentless attack, which had taken a toll on his energy.
"I need to return to Hell's Gate! I need to go back to the Abyss!" the Holy Envoy gritted his teeth and said. Only by returning could he have a chance to recover, as the Sword Qi left behind in his body by Ling Feng ceaselessly hindered his regenerative powers. At this rate, death was inevitable!
But just then, a cold voice came from nearby: "Return? I think that's no longer necessary."
The Holy Envoy finally lifted his head and took in the surroundings. He found himself at the center of a massive city square, at the far end of which stood a tall statue of a Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel.
