However, how could one person's power be able to confront the entire plane, even if what was wrapped around the Turani Angel at the moment was only a small part of the Shadow Force.

The light slowly turned black, and the lightning gradually dissipated, and when the black python completely entwined the Turani angel, the lord of the Araja God clan finally turned into an illusory ball of colorful light, quietly dissipating into the Shadow Force.

Unlike the previous ones after the Aura dissipated, the Turani Angel had some objects left behind after they dissipated - a handful of sand-like but constantly glittering, suspended in the air wrapped in the Shadow Force.

"Let me feel it. ”

There were so few that even the small handful of Ron's front paws transformed into a silver-white moonlight rat could be filled.

However, after feeling the power contained in it, Ron smiled with satisfaction - in this pinch of light sand, there was indeed a trace of the aura of the Bright Force, although not completely, but it allowed Ron to find his way.

"Perhaps, only a light creature of the same level as the Turani Angel contains a trace of the Light Force. ”

"It's incomplete, but at least it can be used. ”

There is only one Tulani Angel in the Ira Divine Race given by the Demon Mother Night, this is the lord of the Araja Divine Race, and even the Unrestrained Wild is a very rare existence, so in order to get more Light Force, Ron is bound to go to the Unrestrained Wild of Chaos and Kindness.

However, Ron had just harvested the Shadow Force, and had spent a lot of Crystal Wall resources and manpower in doing so, and was wanted by the gods—now was not the best time to head to the Unrestrained Wild, and Ron had to think of a better way.

............

Imprint City.

At this moment, the Giant Giant Turtle is traveling in the astral plane on the back of the giant tortoise, this giant turtle appeared decades ago, and it caused panic throughout the Seal City at that time, but after all these years, everyone has become accustomed to it.

"Tobin, when are we going to wait?"

Standing in a pavilion in a dilapidated garden, Tumu, the half-sheep man, asked his companion, a tall human with a hood, a longbow in his hand, and a quiver on his back.

"Tumu, don't ask so much, just wait. ”

The weather in the city of Seals is strangely changeable, often raining in one street and drying desert in another—the result of the countless planes that the City of Ten Thousand Gates has been subjected to.

And at this moment, a light rain was falling in the garden where the two were standing, and their bodies were wet—the pavilion had long since lost its top, and the rain could fall directly into the pavilion.

"Hey, Tobin, the guests haven't arrived yet, shall we go over there and wait?"

Following the half-sheep's finger, Tobin looked not far away, where there was an equally dilapidated ruin, with a corridor that had not yet collapsed, just enough to keep out the rain.

However, after one glance, Tobin turned his head away from looking at it.

There are many such places in the city of imprints, where twisted buildings and broken ruins surround these forgotten corners, shrouded in the power that leaks from the portals, and they seem safe, but no one knows what will happen in the next moment.

Seeing that Tobin did not speak, the half-sheep man Tumu did not speak, and he clenched the spear in his hand and let the rain soak his hair.

Then a blue-white glow shimmered from a succession of stone arches farther away from the garden—on the third of the stone casts, a lightning bolt with a blue glow outlined the shape of the entire arch, then twisted and brightened.

It was as if many rays of light were coming from an unknown world on the other side of the arch, and for a moment the arch rippled like a wave of water, and then a light that was more dazzling than all the previous rays combined came out of it.

"Here he comes. ”

Living in the City of Ten Thousand Gates, Tobin has seen more portals than humans living on the main physical plane.

He knew at a glance that the stone arch with lightning and blue and white light was a portal that had been discovered before, and that the guest their boss wanted to meet was slowly walking out of this portal.

It looked like an elf, with long pointed ears, towering cheekbones, and long silver-white hair—but no elf would have been six and a half feet tall, nor would there be an elf surrounded by a near-corpse-like silver glow, let alone golden skin and purple eyes.

This is a Turani Angel, the lord of the Airagods.

"Is that Mr. Aldous, please?"

"Yes. ”

"Our host has been waiting for a long time, please come with us. ”

Following the combination of a half-sheep and a human, the Angel Turani named Aldous slowly walked out of the abandoned garden and stepped into the streets of Seal City.

Just like the last time I visited, there were still countless people living in the city of ten thousand gates, and they were exploring portals that could disappear at any time in the city, and exchanged the keys they received for the supplies they needed to survive in the city.

Generally speaking, the richer the plane, the larger the portal formed, and the more exquisite the key to open the portal.

"Here we are. ”

Passing through a myriad of oddly shaped buildings, breaking a dozen claws reaching into their waist pockets, the three of them finally came to a huge structure made up of countless tiny buildings—a tall, nine-foot-tall body with tangled muscles that greeted them through the gate.

He had blonde hair that surrounded his lion's head like a mane, and the claws that could tear everything apart opened and embraced Aldous.

"Man, it's nice to see you. ”

"The last time I heard from you, it was a long time ago when the Aura Protoss was on an expedition to the bottomless abyss. ”

This is a strong man in the Gaiding Celestial Clan: the Lion-headed Divine Envoy, although there are many differences from the chaotic and kind Ayla Divine Clan, but whether it is the kind Yakong Divine Clan or the neutral and kind Gaiding Celestial Clan, they will attract each other because of kindness and light, and become friends - the Lion-headed Divine Envoy and the Turani Angel are such friends.

"Yes, time flies, thousands of years have passed since the Eternal Abyss of the Arathetoss Expedition. ”

"And the warriors of our people are still trapped in the endless abyss. ”

Aldous sighed as well, and then bowed his head sadly—all the good races knew that although the expedition of the Erothetoss had caused great trauma to the bottomless abyss, the expedition had ultimately failed.

And there is a group of warriors of the Airashen Clan, who are still trapped in the bottomless abyss, tormented by the Demon Mother.