"Vulture Demons... These mid-level demons from the Bottomless Abyss, though not yet ranked among high-level demons, have certainly moved beyond the ranks of mere cannon fodder."
Amidst the howling blizzard, the Red Iron Dragon lowered its eyes to gaze.
His gaze swept over the corpses, stained black by the white snow, being dealt with by his followers. Then he turned his head to look at the abyssal rift on the surface, resembling an unhealable tear.
It had now calmed down.
Elvira, imbued with Divine Energy, mixed her own blood to form arrows, attacking the rift, reducing its slightly expanded size back to its original ten-meter length.
But at this level,
No matter how Elvira attacked, even with her Celestial Horse's Blood nearly exhausted, the rift remained unmoved like a stubborn affliction.
