Bab 627: Chapter 585: Lanci Heavenly Father Above_3

Every one of Ulysses's fingers was tightly curled, with the magic power in his palm swelling like a blood sphere about to explode.

"What if there is another one?"

Lanci asked, puzzled.

He spread his hands and tossed out the last streak of orange, as if returning freedom to that petal.

Every time there was a battle, summoning her usually meant it was over.

You see, this is the Fallen Wonderland.

Defeating an opponent doesn't necessarily mean crushing their body.

Ulysses probably forgot what it means to have a shattered Dao heart in the Fallen Wonderland.

Orange light feathers scattered as a girl who seemed like a celestial spirit among flowers landed gracefully within the Demon King Palace.

Her red dress scattered like rose petals, her figure graceful, with a subtle floral scent and eyes brimming with laughter.

The Fallen Lord hadn't even had time to feel a surge of angry heartbeats before he gazed in astonishment at that angelic face.