Chapitre 1086: Section 1087: A Close-quarters Skirmish

Angel's situation was indeed as Sanders had imagined, very safe.

Although the area was surrounded by a rolling sea of fire, the spot where the Misty Cabin stood was covered by the Domain of Wind, preventing any flames from eroding into the yard.

Fafnir even occasionally grabbed a few roasted demons from the sea of fire outside to eat, which could be described as very comfortable.

In this yard, Angel naturally faced no danger.

However, his thoughts were actually on the floating ice in the sky. There was something unusual about the blood in his hands, and he had a vague premonition that perhaps Sanders was on the floating ice in the sky. The thought alone caused Angel's mood to start fluctuating.

"I do not forbid you to leave, but do you think you can fly safely up to the sky?" Fafnir asked with a raspy voice, as she picked at her teeth and coldly taunted Angel.