God-Demon Battlefield (3)

"Ang, what should we do next?" Quintina asked softly, a hint of unease in her eyes.

"Let's wait for tomorrow's supply convoy first." Ang's tone was steady. "If we ask them now, they probably won't tell us anything."

Hearing that, everyone fell silent, each wearing a different expression.

Just as the atmosphere grew quiet, Gesang suddenly frowned and said, "Sir, I feel that the concentration of magical elements here... is even higher than when we used the Element Gathering Magic Array in the Archipelago Plane."

Ang paused slightly, then closed his eyes and tried to sense the flow of magical elements around him.

Sure enough, the elements here were not only unusually dense, but also mixed with an eerie vibration—the mingled powers of darkness and Holy Light Power.

"They are indeed dense." Ang opened his eyes, his expression grave. "But they're too mixed. Especially that dark power. Don't absorb it recklessly."

His tone carried a clear warning. After sweeping his gaze over everyone, he continued, "Holy Light Power can still be adapted to, but absorbing too much dark power will cause mental chaos and bodily mutations—at best, you'll be demonized; at worst, you'll die."

"Then... does that mean we can't cultivate for now?" Gweny asked tentatively.

"Until we adapt to the elemental system here, no one is to attempt absorption." Ang's voice sank, and everyone nodded.

After a moment of silence, Dana scratched his head and broke the quiet. "Ang, what are we eating today? We have to fill our stomachs first."

Ang chuckled and nodded. "I'll go ask. You all rest first."

With that, he turned and walked toward the stone platform on the left. A warrior holding a short halberd stood atop it, staring into the distance in boredom.

"Sir, may I ask where the mess hall in