Flensas’s Anger

"I've been imprisoned for more than 10,000 years..."

A deep and suppressed hoarse voice appeared in the blood-colored phantom.

As the blood mist dispersed, that sturdy body finally appeared in this world. Just looking at its ferocious appearance, one would feel the most primitive fear from their hearts. It was like facing the most ferocious terror, and that was indeed the truth.

The hell lord was a powerful race from the ancient times that could contend against the gods.

In fact, both sides had even fought to the point where both sides suffered heavy losses.

Hence, there was now a situation where many races were dominating this world.

It could be said that if it wasn't for the abyssal faction and the gods' factions, both sides would have fought to the very end and would have been at the end of their lives. They would no longer be as glorious and powerful as before. The many races that were enslaved would still do as they were supposed to do.