[VOLUME 16: THE FIRES OF GENESIS][ARC 2: THE MATRIARCH'S DOMAIN]
The aftermath of killing a parasite-infected god was messy, but navigating the treacherous geography of Pangea immediately afterward was just downright insulting.
Elara Vance stood at the precipice of a jagged cliff, looking down into a valley choked with a thick, violently bubbling purple miasma. It smelled like rotten eggs and forgotten regrets.
"We cannot cross that," Li Wusheng stated, standing beside her. He hadn't bothered to re-summon his celestial armor. He wore a simple white linen shirt, the sleeves rolled up, looking devastatingly regal despite the soot staining his collar. "The toxicity levels are high enough to melt mortal bone within seconds."
"I could carry her," Aldren offered. The Demon Lord flexed his massive shoulders, his abyssal shadows curling eagerly around his forearms. "I'll wrap her in a void-sphere. The poison won't touch her."
