Watching Adrian die, Austin felt neither regret nor worry.
After all, this place was completely isolated, devoid of laws or police. Even if he killed someone, there would be no punishment.
This place was like a jungle—those who were weak would be the first to perish.
Though his anger had somewhat subsided, an unbearable discomfort still lingered within him.
Surrounded by a sea of flames, he remained unperturbed. He could leave this place safely if he mounted the Magma Lizard.
But… he didn't want to leave like this. Doing so would mean admitting defeat to that bastard Noan.
If that happened, how could he ever hold his head high again? How could he claim the throne of this place?
"Noan! Get out here!" Austin bellowed in fury, his eyes blazing red as if they were about to spew fire.
"Oy! Calling my master's name like that is extremely rude, you know?"
Suddenly, a strange voice echoed through the air.