Beneath her long robes, the woman’s purple pupils shrank and her beautifully scaled face was left shaken. She never imagined that she would encounter a royal in this remote place, and one who was considerably powerful.

The royals had precious statuses and lived in the center of the abyss. They wouldn’t easily reveal themselves, so why was this person here?

Could it be that he realized something? And that previous smell, how was it related to him?

Countless thoughts raced through her mind and her purple eyes became increasingly dignified…no matter what was happening, encountering a formidable abyssal royal in the territory of the Crow Clan could not be considered good news.

“R-royal…” With shivering voices, the crow clan warriors fell to their knees, their bodies quaking.

The laws of the abyss were cruel and brutal, and strict levels of hierarchy were in place. An honored abyssal royal had a dignity that could not be provoked.

The strength of the Crow Clan could only be considered to be at the middle and lower tiers amongst the various abyssal tribes. And the strongest member of their tribe had only reached the boundary of a...