บท 675: Prison Of Death?

Right before everyone could even process what just happened, Ruthren's voice boomed above in the skies.

Damien immediately stood up as he looked up, his eyes peering past the dark black air, only to see Ruthren standing in the skies, looking down at him.

His wives also quickly got up, putting up their guard, but they were feeling a bit weak and, most of all, feeling quite the discomfort which they thought was because of this black miasma floating in this region.

"All of you quickly go to the other island before the air here becomes a danger for you all. I will keep him distracted," Damien said with a firm expression as he took off to the skies.

He knew, unlike him, the others wouldn't be able to survive in this area for too long, not until the air here becomes normal again. The only option was to leave. Fortunately, there was still one more island as a safe haven.