Richard slowly approached the red chasm.
As he drew closer, he saw red shadows leaping out from within. Within moments, their numbers had already reached the hundreds.
When they finally stopped, he could see that they were Yumo as well—creatures with horns and spikes covering their bodies. The difference was that these were crimson in color and stood ten to fifteen meters tall. Each of them carried a long scythe.
Their auras were ferocious.
Compared to ordinary Lords, they were undoubtedly formidable.
But such a presence only made Richard laugh.
He lowered the hood of his robe, feeling there was no longer any need to hide his face. The group from the Order of the Crimson Veil was far behind anyway.
"Come on! Come on!" he taunted.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dozens of Yumo immediately charged at him.
They had already surrounded him from every direction.
Each one swung its scythe toward him.
Richard clenched his fist.
It transformed into a black dragon claw marked with white lines.
