Normally, even if someone wants to make a move against the members of Serlandir, it's impossible to do so in this place.

Behind lies King Street, where the members of Serlandir reside.

If someone makes a move here, and fails to kill in one strike, the disturbance from the fight will surely draw others.

In that case, even if you kill the person, it would be very difficult to escape yourself.

Herag passed a corner, already ready to enter combat mode at any time.

He saw the young man, and the young man saw him, turning his head to meet his gaze.

Brown's hands were stuck in the pockets of his robe, a strange smile on his lips.

He extended his left hand from the robe, holding a fiery red stone.

Herag was curious about what he was preparing to do when he suddenly felt the space around him ripple.

He immediately realized what the other was doing; it was space transmission.

He just didn't know where he would be transported.

Herag took a deep breath, ready to charge forward, hoping to interrupt the transmission by killing Brown.

Once transported away, he would be in great danger.

The opponent daring to transport him to a specified place must have made thorough preparations.

Herag didn't expect the opponent would use this method to target him.

He had imagined that this person might launch an attack against him.

Unexpectedly, it was directly taking him away to deal with.

Herag's forward movement suddenly paused because he felt the transmission was complete; the aura around him was very familiar.

He glanced around, the surroundings were still that empty street, and a hundred meters away were houses.

But at this moment, the street was already covered with dust.

The distant houses were also dilapidated as if many years had passed.

Herag's gaze turned to the horizon; there was a completely different scene from Silver Moon City.

On the desolate land, not even a single weed could be seen.

In the distant skyline, faint shadows of mountains could be seen.

Herag felt the familiar aura around him, took a deep breath, and felt comfortable all over.

He immediately realized where he was.

Abyss Plane.

The bloodline mark on Herag's chest was slowly pulsating, seemingly sensing the aura of the Abyss Plane.

Herag withdrew his gaze, looking at the young man in front of him, wondering what he planned to do by bringing him to the Abyss Plane.

Brown was now ecstatic, crazily looking at the surrounding scene, extremely excited.

He directly knelt to the ground, madly worshipping the surroundings, even kissing the earth, not caring about the thick dust covering the ground.

"Are you sick?" Herag's words broke the atmosphere here.

Brown heard the voice and realized there was another person here.

He was so excited that he almost forgot his main purpose for coming here.

Brown stood up, looked at Herag, a cruel smile on his lips, and asked, "Didn't expect you to be so calm. Do you know where this is?"

His expression was extremely arrogant, looking at Herag with contempt.

In Brown's view, Herag's calmness was entirely because he didn't understand where he had come.

What an ignorant wizard, he didn't know he was already at death's door.

Herag said, "Of course I know, Abyss Plane. So what? You haven't been here?"

Brown was dumbfounded: "How do you know? Have you been here?"

"I visit occasionally." Herag dug his ear and blew the earwax on his hand.

Brown looked skeptical, not believing Herag's words at all.

Even among Abyssal Cultists, few have been here; how could these wizards possibly reach the Abyss Plane?

Those who can reach the Abyss Plane are existences from many years ago; there has long been no passage between the two planes.

Brown had completely reviewed Herag's information; there was absolutely no possibility of having an opportunity to come to the Abyss Plane, so Herag must be lying.

Although he didn't know how Herag determined this was the Abyss Plane, it didn't change the fact that Herag was going to die at his hands.

Brown suddenly spread his hands, using magic power to shatter his clothes, revealing a huge horizontal scar on his chest.

He looked at Herag as if he saw an ignorant ant and said, "Here, I can fully exert my power; this power comes from the great gods. And you will have the honor to witness my true power; dying at my hands is your fortune."

The scar on Brown's chest suddenly split open, and a giant black tongue stretched out.

This scar, when fully opened, was just like a mouth, with a black tongue continuously protruding.

At the same time, Brown's body began to enlarge, rapidly swelling.

His limbs began to bulge into large and small bumps, constantly growing longer and thicker like tentacles.

In just a moment, Brown had turned into a four-legged creature with a large mouth, spewing black stones.

His head hung limply behind his back, his eyes already turned gray-white.

Brown's aura had become extremely strong, entirely beyond what a Third Class Wizard Apprentice should possess.

His four feet lightly stepped on the ground and immediately created four large pits; spiderwebs spread out from the points of contact.

"This is my real power; now my power rivals that of a Level 2 Wizard. Crushing you is as easy as crushing an ant." A voice came from the large mouth on Brown's chest.

"This is the feeling of power? This is the power granted by the gods! When he descends upon the Wizard Plane, he will surely rule it. Wizards, prepare to die!"

Brown was extremely excited; the gigantic power made him ecstatic.

He had never experienced such power.

Brown now felt invincible, as if he could crush anything directly.

"This is Reese's newly bought robe; I'd better not ruin it."

Brown's excitement was once again disrupted by Herag's calm tone.

He glanced at Herag and found Herag looking at his robe. Muttering a sentence, he took it off and stored it in his space ring.

Then, Herag looked up, smiling at Brown: "Thank you for bringing me here, giving me an opportunity to experiment. If it were on my own, I wouldn't dare come here."

"What do you mean?" Brown looked at Herag's smiling face and forever calm expression and tone, feeling uneasy.

But then he thought he was overthinking it; Herag's strength was clear; he was just a Liquid Stage Wizard.

A liquidation wizard couldn't possibly overturn things.

Brown's power now rivaled that of a Level 2 Wizard; dealing with Herag was no problem at all.

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