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"Yes, Prince Cortes, that human girl received some kind of message one star-quarter ago and has already entered the tenth plane," the voice from the hovering black mirror responded. The surface of the mirror was distorted, revealing the figure of a silver-winged individual from the Heavenly Feathered Race on one knee.
Seated high upon a throne, Zuo Mo, his face covered in fine dark-golden scales, looked down with cold indifference. He gave a slow nod. "You’ve done well. You may leave."
"Yes, Your Highness," the silver-winged alien replied, slightly excited.
As the distorted mirror gradually faded, Zuo Mo leaned sideways against the throne. His right elbow rested on the armrest, chin propped on his palm, as he half-narrowed his eyes.
The tenth plane was currently in a "neutral" state. Thanks to the corruption of the Abyssal Force unleashed by the Purgatory demon gods, it would soon no longer be under the control of any of the divine kings. The twelfth, thirteenth, and three other planes were in the same situation, and had become frontline battlegrounds.
The three great empires had been massing troops at the rift on the edge of the twelfth plane, ready to unleash a thunderous attack at any moment, but the girl suddenly appeared on the tenth.
"Trying to lure me in for a final battle there, are you?" Zuo Mo’s eyes turned cold. He immediately suspected that this was a plan of Xiao Tianyi, whose whereabouts couldn’t be detected.
At that thought, Zuo Mo slowly rose to his feet. An ominous dark aura spread out from him, and the entire ninth plane trembled faintly.
In the sky above,...
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