Donoghue and Rama collided mid-air, resulting in a loud quaking boom before both of them stumbled backwards.
Donoghue was enraged. He was shocked that Rama could erupt such power when he was already injured severely. His eyes became crimson instantly and he felt more determined to defeat Rama and kill him.
“You have to die today, not even deities can save you!” yelled Donoghue coldly before charging towards Rama again with his Sky Breaking Axe.
Rama initiated the Buddhist sect’s cultivation method instead of replying him and the two of them fought fiercely mid-air.
…
At the same time, a huge abyss thousands of meters away from the stone ruin in Chaotic Mountain Range at the border of Wild Deserted Secret Region.
Hundreds of Raksasa army who were mounted on hungry wolves were waiting silently near the edge of the abyss. They were the Wild Wolves Clan under the Raksasa Tribe.
The warriors of Wild Wolves Clan stood near the edge of the abyss as they observed the molten lava almost one kilometer below them, with dread on each of their faces.
*Whoosh!*
A troop rushed over in that instant. The one in lead had a black animal skin cape with a stern expression. It was Amastan Celtic.
“Your Highness!”
The warriors greeted Amastan at the sight of him all at once with great respect.
Amastan looked around him and asked coldly, “You said you found the King’s tracks. Where is it?”
He was suppressing his anger because he was close to becoming the new king of the Raksasa Tribe when his father’s news came.
“Your Highness!” The chief of the Wild Wolves Clan approached Amastan hurriedly and explained cautiously, “We searched around this area and found some signs of a battle. Also, there is debris of the King’s armor on the rock at the bottom.”
He pointed down to a spot near the stone wall of the abyss.
*Whoosh!*
Amastan looked down to a spot of the protruding stone wall around a hundred meters down to an armor debris reflecting cold rays. It was indeed a piece of the Raksasa King’s armor.
‘Is Father…down there?’
Amastan muttered to himself before turning to the other men and instructed, “You stay here. I’m going to take a look.”
“Yes, Your Highness!” The hundreds of men chanted all at once.
The chief added hastily, “Your Highness, be careful down there. We don’t know how deep it is and it’s covered with lava.”
Amastan took out his machete which was made from bones and leaped into the abyss without saying another word.
He utilized his internal energy and drove his machete into the stone wall every 100 meters to reduce the momentum of him falling downward.
He finally reached the deepest part of the abyss after almost a minute.
Looking at the molten lava at the bottom, he noticed a huge platform the size of a basketball court extended from the stone walls a dozen meters above the lava. There was a narrow solutional cave extended to somewhere between the platform and the stone wall.
A spectral figure in wrecked armor sat in the cave. Drenched with blood, his pair of eyes shone with intelligence despite his extremely weak body.
It was the Raksasa King.
Indeed, he and Yang Jian had fallen into the deep abyss after their fierce battle which had caused the Chaotic Mountain Range to collapse and resulted in a huge change to the topography.
“Father!”
Amastan jerked with surprise when he saw Raksasa King. He hesitated for a moment before rushing to him and called out lightly.
He tried to maintain his composure but he was panicking internally.
‘Crap, Father is alive. He’ll know that I killed Alaric.’
