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After considering for a moment, he realized that the young fire demon had never actually experienced the rhythm of the ocean. He could completely use a different Illusionary Realm to…

With a general direction in mind, Angel began to contemplate which Illusionary Realm to use to deal with the young fire demon.

As time passed, the wind chimes in the yard chimed more than once.

Angel also went downstairs from time to time to initiate the rhythm of the sea for the guests. However, what puzzled him was that during this process, the young fire demon never showed up.

This made Angel breathe a sigh of relief, but also raised some doubts. Given that bratty kid’s trouble-making energy, it shouldn’t have given up so easily, right? Could it be that the fire demon general had persuaded it to stay away? If that was the case, he would be very thankful.

In just half a day, Angel had received five groups of guests, each group consisting of thirty people. This meant that his net income alone had exceeded forty-five thousand Demon Gold Coins.

This was an unimaginable sum, even for Canaan who had mixed in Demon City for ten years; it was the first time he had seen such a huge amount of money.

Among these five groups of guests, a Half-Blood Demon and two small demons caused some phenomena to occur. This led to an increase in attention towards the Misty Cabin, and both the trend and popularity continued to surge.

Because this revenue was apparent to everyone, including the guests, the number of people eyeing them also increased.

Although they were already very showy, if they continued to operate today, with each group bringing in nine thousand Demon Gold Coins, it may not just be a matter of being watched. Jealous demons might start to act rashly, preparing to make their move without concern.

Therefore, Angel decisively chose to close the shop. After all, he had already earned enough, and Demon Gold Coins that couldn’t be spent were a waste. Moreover, Angel was also worried about the young fire demon suddenly showing up again, so closing the shop early would give him an excuse to refuse if needed.

However, even though Angel had closed the shop, the ensuing waves it brought were still not over.

…

In the third layer of the Abyss, above the Upside-Down Falls, lay Sky Island.

The once prosperous Sky Island was now reduced to ruins and a sea of fire. Crumbled walls, rising smoke, withered limbs, and bodies lying amidst the sparks, plunging into eternal silence.

A braided child missing an arm knelt on the ground, tears silently streaming down.

In front of him lay the body of an Apprentice: short and plump, and even in the complete absence of life, his face still bore an honest and simple expression.

If Angel were here, he would recognize at a glance that the braided child and the short plump apprentice were the two apprentices who used to hang around with Popota; they were the ones who had told Angel about the Mystic Vortex Silver Ring and Toby.

The braided child’s head slowly drooped, resting on the plump apprentice’s belly, tears flowing silently.

In the Abyss, where despair was ever-present, only Darcy and Popota were there to support and care for him, preventing him from sinking. But now, everything was over.

Popota had mysteriously disappeared on the way to the Watchguard Fortress. In the Twilight Mountains, infested with demons, the chances of Popota surviving were close to zero.

Now, Darcy too had been killed by that terrifying Evil God, and the braided child felt despair and boundless loneliness for the first time.

He was not alone in his plight, for in this inexplicable battle, many more than just the plump apprentice had died. Even Official Wizards had fallen to the Evil God’s assault.

“What are you looking at?” asked a white-browed little old man wearing a triangular wizard’s hat, the current master of the House of Lilith, Kanter of the Night.

Sanders looked away from the braided child and shook his head, “Nothing much, just feeling some emotion looking at Sky Island’s devastation. I arrived one step too late.”

Kanter also noticed the corpses among the ruins. He sighed, “Alas, there are soul sorcerers collecting souls now. Let’s see if they get a chance to trace their origins back.”

“I didn’t expect that even without entering Watchguard Fortress, we’d be played,” Kanter couldn’t help but swear under his breath. “It’s all Brufen’s fault, that glutton. If he could have just controlled his cravings a bit longer, he wouldn’t have rushed to steam the Olaf Tentacle Crabs he caught as soon as he returned to Sky Island.”

Kanter had already learned from Sanders that the Olaf Tentacle Crab might have been tainted with misfortune. Brufen ate it, and problems arose on the spot.

“It’s not just Brufen,” Sanders shook his head. “In this battle, more than one Official Wizard died, so there could be many who ate the Olaf Tentacle Crabs… but who could’ve expected Brufen to secretly want to revive a powerful Evil God, leading to him becoming the source of disaster.”

Kanter knew that everyone, including Brufen, had their innocence, but he was just too angry.

It was bad enough that Brufen was the source of the calamity, but in the end, the guy even survived, and who knows what he fiddled with, but he ended up as skinny as a rail. He had shed all his fat and even dispelled the Calamity Curse from his body.

The trouble he’d caused was now his own problem, yet he was living the most carefree life. Kanter felt an itching in his teeth just thinking about it; he himself had sustained severe injuries in this chaos caused by the Evil God.

Kanter was about to voice another complaint when a cold breeze suddenly swept through the sky.

Accompanied by the cold wind, snowflakes began to flutter down from the heavens.

These delicate snowflakes danced gracefully in the wind, twirling around before landing among the remnants of war-torn ruins and upon the melancholic apprentices.

The heavy snowfall cleansed the bloodstains on the ground, extinguished the smoke of yesterday’s battles, and healed all the injuries that the living apprentices had suffered.

Clearly, this was no ordinary snowfall.

At that moment, two distinctly separate diamond-shaped snowflakes landed on Sanders and Kanter, dissolving into water and vanishing. At the same time, they received a message in their ears.

“Did you get it too? Lord Monty has asked us to come over,” Kanter said.

Sanders nodded, the Traceless Snow enveloping the entire Sky Island had healing properties, purified the land, and also conveyed messages. Such nuanced manipulation of snow was something probably only Lord Monty, known as “Endless Frost Cold,” could achieve.

One might consider it either good or bad luck, but although Sky Island had suffered great damage, the timely arrival of Sanders and Rhein Mute had stabilized the situation. However, the resurrected Evil God was too powerful, and there were too many afflicted by the Calamity Curse; there was no immediate way to completely eradicate it.

Then, out of nowhere, Lord Monty, who had been out of contact, suddenly returned to the main base of Frostmoon—Sky Island.

With Lord Monty’s return, he and Rhein Mute eventually collaborated to subdue the Evil God once again, not long ago. Many had perished this time, but at least the situation hadn’t deteriorated to a crippling extent.

“Let’s go take a look; it seems we’re going to discuss the reconstruction plan for Sky Island,” Kanter sighed. “The apprentice casualty rate is too severe this time; we’ll probably need to get involved in the rebuilding efforts.”

As they made their way to the central hall, Kanter was suddenly reminded of something, “By the way, when you came to Sky Island this time, why did Lord Rhein accompany you?”

Barbarian Cave isn’t like the House of Lilith, where Kanter could leave freely because there were only two people in the House of Lilith, himself and Qi Li. But for a large Witcher Organization like Barbarian Cave, if the leader left, there would be many concerns to address, such as the threat of hostile organizations or internal power struggles.

Furthermore, Barbarian Cave was currently going through troubled times.

The Fusion of Two Realms should have just ended, and it was still a chaotic period, not to mention the changes of Eternal Night that also occurred near Barbarian Cave. Why would Rhein Mute come to the Abyss during this time?

Sanders shook his head helplessly in response to Kanter’s question. The development of the situation had also been beyond his expectations. Initially, Rhein Mute had simply come to ‘take a break’ and avoid some troubles. If possible, he wanted to secretly check on his daughter’s well-being and then return to Barbarian Cave with Angel. But unexpectedly, Angel’s whereabouts remained unknown, and Sky Island had undergone a crisis.

Rhein didn’t need his concern; he had the fragment of the Mayfly which allowed him to slip away undetected at any time.

However, Sanders was greatly troubled by Angel’s current state.

His plan was to search for Angel in Ice Valley as soon as things here were settled. But the events at Sky Island had delayed him by three days.

What was most important to Sanders was the fact that he had been continuously sensing the essence of blood, even though Angel’s blood essence was strongly influenced by some powerful force, making it hard to detect.

Just recently, for the first time, Sanders sensed the essence of blood.

Although he couldn’t pinpoint the location of the essence, he could feel that it was very close to him.

This closeness was relative only to the realm. But Sanders felt that the essence might no longer be in the first layer of the Abyss, but rather, it might have returned to the third layer.

This left Sanders rather distressed. What exactly was happening with Angel? Did he truly possess the essence of blood? If he did, why had he returned to the third layer?

Or was it possible that Angel had been taken back to Wind Whisper Valley by that supremely powerful being?

Because of these uncertainties, Sanders planned to discuss the situation with Rhein.

As for the “reconstruction plan for Sky Island” that Kanter mentioned, Sanders had no intention of participating.

When they arrived at the central hall of Sky Island, they found that it wasn’t just the two of them; all of the surviving wizards on Sky Island had gathered there.

The central hall, now in ruins, was filled with wizards sitting or standing, some on higher ground, some in depressions. Although they appeared scattered, there wasn’t a single sound from anyone present; the atmosphere was heavy with sorrow due to the recent chaos caused by the Evil God.

Sanders and Kanter found a space within the crowd and looked towards the center of the hall.

Lord Monty stood solemnly on the tattered red carpet, with a listlessly bored Rhein Mute beside him.