Iris Ashford floated quietly in midair, the scarlet-gold phoenix eyes betraying not the slightest ripple.
When the words "Master is dead" came from Lazuli's lips and reached her ears, not a single expression appeared on her stunningly beautiful face.
Instead, there flashed across it the faintest, nearly imperceptible trace of…
Disdain.
She did not believe it.
If their Master had really fallen so easily into the hands of the Demon God, soul scattered and spirit obliterated…
Then who had been the one who dragged her back from the brink of death back then, and forged that pact with her?
As one of the oldest forms of Life in the Alternate Space.
The secrets she knew stretched far beyond even those of the Dragon Emperor.
Naturally, she knew that the one who had once reversed heaven and earth by his power alone…
The Savior who forcibly sealed the Demon Abyss, possessed a might that defied all imagination.
Even if this was not his peak era, how could he fall so easily?
