Abyss Summoner-Chapter 258 - 253: Legacy of the Will

Flora was already prepared.

One master appearing after another put quite a bit of pressure on her. Especially in this battle, after meeting Li Chuan, she felt a tinge of helplessness.

Once, as Chen Feng's highest combat strength, she now could only hide in the back solving some ordinary small fry.

For the sake of power.

She must take action.

Flora had found out that the Inferior Demon, having devoured the commander, needed some time to digest before it could fight again, so she returned to the Abyss.

There was no hindrance beside Chen Feng; this was the best opportunity.

Everything was ready.

Flora walked towards Chen Feng's residence, but the closer she got, the more nervous she felt. As a Master of Fist who could tear apart an Earth Dragon with his bare hands, her palms were sweating. No words could describe her current state of mind.

Her delicate figure was getting closer.

When she finally reached the door to Chen Feng's room, Flora's brows slightly furrowed, like dreamlike eyes filled with doubt: "Why is it so hot around here?"

Unconsciously realizing the awesomeness.

Flora knocked on the door: "Master... are you in there..."

A woman's voice!

Chen Feng sat on the ground, controlling the throbbing within his heart. As long as he kept quiet for a few hours, he would be able to seize the power within him.

However, Flora's soft call shattered Chen Feng's focus. High-tier Demons fundamentally cannot control their inner world.

Release.

This is a way to gain power.

The seal Chen Feng had long maintained broke, and the demon within his soul was completely unleashed. He felt his thoughts and perceptions gradually plunging into darkness, as if covered in mire, slowly sinking.

He stood up and walked towards the door.

Flora had no idea that danger was approaching. She faintly felt a sense of crisis. Unconsciously realizing the awesomeness, she pushed open the door, trying to check on Chen Feng inside.

"Creak..."

The door opened.

But the face she was familiar with was no longer the same; in front of Flora was a purely demonic creature, a High-tier Demon.

What's going on?

Flora had seen Chen Feng's transformation before, but this was different. At that time, the Flame Demon still had some human features; even though the appearance was bizarre, the consciousness was clear.

But now, the Chen Feng in front of her seemed to have turned into a true demon in both appearance and aura, fully transformed into a pure Abyss creature.

Run!

In an instant, Flora made her decision.

There was still a chance!

Today Chen Feng's state was evidently not right.

A hint of terror surfaced on Flora's delicate face as she almost immediately turned and fled backward.

Flora had faith in her speed. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

As long as she could get outside, Chen Feng couldn't possibly catch her.

"Snap!"

However, just as Flora turned around, a whip suddenly wrapped around her waist. To avoid harming the target, the temperature of the Flame Whip was already lowered to its minimum.

Flora's graceful and curvaceous body was suddenly restrained, looking down at her waist where a flaming long whip bound her.

Too fast!

Why so fast?!

On the side, Chen Feng's smile grew increasingly sinister and terrifying, the skin and flesh of his face slowly twisting, unspeakably grotesque and hideous, and those bloodshot eyes emitted a suffocating glow...

Chen Feng's gaze had locked onto Flora like an unsolvable shackle, firmly restraining her, leaving her unable to move a muscle.

At this moment, Chen Feng was completely ruled by demonic chaos. He squinted his eyes slightly, appreciating Flora's shocked expression, as if the more astonished she was, the more he felt resonated.

With a forceful pull, Flora fell back into the room.

Night deepened.

The stronghold was completely plunged into darkness.

.........

Cat Race people.

In the Abyss, they are a weak group. Though they have speed advantages, they are not as numerous as goblins, and not as strong as minotaurs and dwarves, so they have always endured bullying.

But for the survival of the tribe, some male Cat Race members still stood up, undergoing high-intensity training every day just to bring a bit of peace to their people.

"Ha!"

"Ha!"

Some male Cat Race members were undergoing intense training. The Abyss environment was terribly harsh, with wind and sand battering them, turning their originally fair skin slowly black, and the calluses on their hands increased.

Day after day, year after year.

Such hardships were endured for one purpose only, to protect their people and family.

A little girl would often hide aside, watching these people train, because her father, a one-eyed Cat Race man, was among them.

Her father spent the first half of his life running. He used to be a cowardly man, always thinking of a hundred ways to escape when faced with danger, but since having a daughter, he gradually began to grow braver.

This change became more evident after the mother's death.

A group of goblins attacked the camp, taking the mother away in front of the father. The father tried to resist but was ultimately defeated and knocked unconscious due to his lack of strength.

When the tribe prepared and launched a surprise attack on the goblins and successfully rescued the tribesmen, of the dozens initially kidnapped, only eight were saved, and among them was not her mother. The girl overheard some people's unintentional conversations, about finding lots of cat tails and skulls in the goblin's cauldron.

From then on.

The father killed more and more people, training desperately though his Talent was not high, diligently every day. Often, the girl would hear some sobbing at night; no one knew what he cried for, but the girl understood it was for his regret over the mother.

After a long time passed, the once cowardly man became the strongest in the tribe, gaining the respect of the tribe one battle at a time, and even becoming the Clan Leader at one point.

The battles in the Abyss never cease.

Set out on a journey once more, the girl inexplicably felt scared, begging in tears for her father to stay, yet the man with only one eye affectionately placed his hand on the girl's head, gently rubbing it, uttering only one sentence: "This is our home, I must protect the tribe."

After saying this, the man resolutely went to the battlefield.

That was the last time the girl saw him.

She waited for many years, one year, two years, from a girl to a young lady, until she almost forgot the face of the other, but the man never showed up from beginning to end.

Time takes everything away.

But some things are also left behind.

The young woman had forgotten many things, but that final sentence from the man lingered in her mind, never forgotten.

"This is our home, I must protect the tribe."

Perhaps the man, not good with words, had more to say.

As an adult, when she inherited the will of her elders and became the strongest in the tribe, she lifted her head, facing faces filled with hope and timidity, adding silently in her heart: "For this, I am willing to give everything, including... my life!"