As their eyes met, the Flame Demon's pupils contracted sharply. As the master of the Abyss's first layer, he had heard of Baiyi's name and had seen Baiyi's likeness through various channels.
Seven days ago, the gods had fallen one after another, placing Baiyi on equal footing with them in the minds of those with the right to glimpse the Dawn.
The other Federations might rely on Divine Artifacts or the power of the Giant Statue to resist external invasions, but this was someone who had carved out a path through sheer force, undoubtedly of divine-level combat power.
"Shrink a bit, I don't like looking up to an ant."
Baiyi's calm voice rang out, causing the Flame Demon to shiver uncontrollably.
Although the Flame Demon race was driven by anger, their intelligence was still intact. This was why Baiyi hadn't sought out some of the more reckless Forbidden Level ones but chose this not particularly remarkable Flame Demon among the Remaining Lords.
