Extermination (5)

Aliyisandro watched the six Dark Knights successfully complete their contracts and finally let out a sigh of relief.

He stepped forward and began gathering the scattered magical materials around them, leaving no fragment or crystal shard behind.

The focus on his face made it impossible not to realize that even the Black Magic Society might not be wealthy enough in resources to squander them freely.

"All right, let's go back." He clapped his hands and turned to speak.

The group silently returned to the Magic Teleportation Array. Runes lit up one after another, and dim light spread along the edges of the array.

Just as Aliyisandro was about to activate the formation, Ang's voice interrupted him.

"From now on... can we only go to the Abyssal Prison?"

The air froze at those words.

Aliyisandro was taken aback, a complicated expression flashing through his eyes.

The other five Dark Knights standing on the teleportation array also turned to look at Ang, their gazes filled with scrutiny and faint confusion.

They had never considered that question. Or rather, they had never dared to ask it.

Aliyisandro coughed lightly, his expression turning solemn. "It is fate."

He spoke slowly, but every word carried weight. "Once the dark power within you completely takes over and corrupts your souls, the environment of the Main Plane will no longer be suitable for your survival. Of course, in theory, you can still remain on the Main Plane, but then... your strength will gradually stagnate."

No one responded.

Their expressions differed, but all of them chose silence.

The subject was like a sunken stone, weighing on their hearts, yet impossible to move.

Aliyisandro offered no further explanation. He extended a hand and lightly touched the center of the array.

The formation immediately activated. Dim light flared, and their