Way to The last Trial!

"You told him more than he should know!"

The Righteous Knight's shout rang in Yulran's ears.

"He is your hope but also my descendant." Yulran narrowed his eyes at him. "How I interact with him, it's not up to you, understand?"

Under his gaze, the Righteous Knight felt uneasy, his soul constricted, threatening to break.

Yulran definitely didn't like that a mere wisp of "his" soul dared to raise his voice against him and thus was teaching him a lesson.

"I understand."

Giving him a nod, the Righteous Knight, a being who once held unimaginable power but now was just a watered-down version of his past self, turned away from him. Messing with Yulran wasn't something he could afford or wanted.

After threatening the Righteous Knight, whose origin was shocking, to say the least, Yulran ignored him.

Seconds later, he disappeared completely.

A part of the Crimson Dragon God has died!

Seeing him vanishing for good, the Formless Siren cried even louder, wailing uncontrollably.