"Useless," Dark Wing cursed, feeling for the first time the incompetence of his subordinates.
Though his Ancient God Hunters ruled the Chaos Plane, aside from the Undead Ruler, they feared no one. How then did they falter at the sight of the Law Breaker? Constrained at every turn, the Starfire vanished without a trace, and the Purgatory Twins simply returned home. Could all this really be a coincidence?
This could not go on. Once the enemy exhausted his power, he would be doomed.
Dark Wing flapped his wings once, the wings immediately expanded and closed in towards the center, finally merging into a fissure around forty to fifty meters tall, slowly opening like a door—the Dark Gate.
From within the fissure, a continuous stream of dark aura flowed forth, forming a swirling mist, while a mass of fragmented auras fidgeted behind the door.