Herag had actually long wanted to come to the Abyss Plane to experiment and see to what extent his strength could reach after fully activating the Bloodline Mark.

Unfortunately, the Abyss Plane is too dangerous, and he couldn't go there recklessly.

He originally planned to wait until he ascended to a Level 2 Wizard to consider taking this risk.

But now, this Abyssal Cultist in front of him used special means to forcibly drag him into the Abyss Plane.

There was nothing he could do; since he was already here, it was just as well to take this opportunity to try.

Herag immediately used the environment scanning of Shenlan to probe the surroundings and found no suspicious presence for the time being.

In the scanning range of Shenlan's environment, there were only two living beings: himself and Brown.

However, the Abyss Plane cannot be viewed with common sense; perhaps an insignificant-looking deadwood could be a demon.

This Abyssal Cultist in front of him may already possess the power comparable to a Level 2 Wizard, but to Herag, he felt weak, very weak.

Even without activating the Bloodline Mark, Herag could intuitively feel the strength of this Abyssal Cultist posed no threat whatsoever to him.

So, he wasn't in a hurry to kill this Abyssal Cultist but instead carefully observed the differences after arriving here.

Herag immersed his mind and focused his attention on the Bloodline Mark on his chest, then activated it.

A mutation abruptly occurred.

A layer of dark golden skin instantly covered Herag's body surface, and his entire body rapidly swelled and changed.

Brown looked at Herag's transformation and was dumbfounded.

He couldn't quite understand the scene before him: "Is he... also an Abyssal Cultist?"

Herag's current appearance was exactly that of an Abyssal Cultist.

Brown was a bit bewildered; if that's the case, then to kill or not to kill?

While different Abyssal Cultists may have different gods of worship, they generally do not attack each other.

If he had known earlier that Herag was also an Abyssal Cultist, he wouldn't have targeted him, feeling a bit like a flood rushed into the Dragon King's temple.

But now, it wasn't about whether he wanted to attack Herag, but rather whether he could survive.

Because just a moment ago, Brown clearly felt a terrifying aura emanating from Herag.

It was a feeling of a completely different life level, making Brown feel a deep-seated awe and fear.

Herag looked down at Brown and noticed that Brown and the surrounding scenery had become very small.

He quickly realized that it wasn't Brown who had become smaller, but himself who had become larger.

Herag had now undergone a drastic transformation, standing eighteen meters tall, with a body as massive as an ancient giant.

His entire form had changed significantly. His body was covered with golden skin, possessing a metallic sheen.

A pair of gigantic golden wings spread out behind him, lacking feathers but gleaming with a metallic luster.

With a gentle tap of his toes, Herag floated up, suspending directly in mid-air, without the need to flap the wings on his back.

With a thought, Herag's wings gave a slight flap, and he shot upwards into the sky like an arrow.

Herag felt the wild wind brushing over his face and body, and due to his speed, the wind was extremely fierce as it rushed past him in the high-altitude flight.

If it were the previous Herag, he would have been blown away by this gust of wind, but now he bathed in it with no discomfort.

He glanced at the ground below, seeing the scenery further away.

In the distance, there was green vegetation and some black dots moving around.

With his extraordinarily sharp vision, Herag could see at a glance that those dots were actually various forms of demons.

At this moment, those demons seemed to be frightened and were fleeing towards the horizon in panic.

"What are they afraid of? Could it be some powerful demon has appeared?"

Herag's vigilance was strong, and he immediately began checking whether any dangerous presence had appeared around.

But after looking around, he found no presence that seemed threatening.

He then realized that these demons seemed to be in fear of him.

"No, this is too conspicuous, too large a target."

Though Herag felt that he probably had become quite strong, he thought it was too conspicuous now, easily drawing attention.

The Abyss Plane had too many powerful existences; he couldn't afford to be arrogant or negligent.

Herag thought it over, controlling his body to slowly shrink and dampen the wildly intimidating aura.

In a moment, Herag had transformed into a two-meter-tall humanoid being, with wings reduced in proportion.

Brown dumbly watched the sky, where the once gigantic form had reduced to just a dot.

The momentum Herag exuded just now had directly shocked him, rendering him afraid to even flee.

Or rather, his legs were so weak he couldn't move.

Brown thought he might have guessed wrong; Herag was not an Abyssal Cultist at all.

He didn't need to worship anyone; he was a god himself.

Brown, now on all fours, wanted to escape as soon as he reacted.

He had discovered Herag's secret; Herag certainly could not let him return alive to the Wizard Plane.

The time of the red stone was limited, allowing only a short stay in the Abyss Plane.

He just needed to stall long enough to escape and return to the Wizard Plane.

As long as he returned to the Wizard Plane, Herag's power would be suppressed.

Moreover, in Silver Moon City, Herag wouldn't dare reveal his true form, increasing Brown's chance of survival.

The only problem now was whether he could survive until his return to the Wizard Plane.

Brown didn't think much, he just wanted to escape now.

He longed to return immediately to the Wizard Plane, a place he had always loathed.

Brown scrambled on all fours, his chest mouth drooling, leaving a trail on the ground.

Now he was completely like a demon, acting on demon instincts, just wanting to flee and leave this place at once.

Brown hadn't expected that within such a short time, the roles of hunter and prey would reverse.

"Where do you think you're going?" A cold voice came from ahead.

Brown lifted his chest and saw Herag floating just a few meters in front of him.

He clearly remembered that Herag was just in the high sky...

Brown knelt on all fours, kowtowing: "Great god, I truly did not mean to offend you. If I had known your true identity earlier, I would never have been disrespectful, nor would I have disturbed you."

Herag no longer had any intimidating aura, but Brown dared not move rashly.

The overwhelming intimidating aura just now was something he would never forget.

Now, Herag had no aura at all, which only meant he had an extremely precise control over his aura and power.

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