Tier 3 Foul Spirit (1)

Ang stood at the edge of the Slowing Domain, his gaze calm but his movements crisp and decisive. Spears of Light shot from his palms one after another, like meteors streaking through the sky.

The magic beasts had no time to react under the suppression of the Law of Deceleration. Their heads were pierced one after another, and they fell silently.

In barely over ten minutes, the battle across the entire area was nearly over.

Other than the few magic beasts near Magma Lake, no life remained within the slowed area.

Ang's gaze settled on the vague figure upon the throne at the center of the lake, and his heart tightened slightly—

He carefully avoided attacking the magic beasts near the shore. Even though he was confident, he had no intention of casually testing the sleeping Demon's limits.

"If you dare go in and collect all those magic crystals, I'll give you half." He turned his head toward Maddy, whose breathing had just steadied, his tone calm but probing.

Maddy froze for a moment, then nodded.

He said nothing more. He merely patted his leg lightly, took a deep breath, and stomped the ground hard.

Propelled by an explosive burst of Qi force, he shot into the slowed area like an arrow released from a bowstring.

The instant he entered the domain, his movements immediately slowed, as though some invisible viscous force had seized him. Every step became exceptionally heavy.

Still, he gritted his teeth and persevered, removing the magic crystals from the heads of the magic beast corpses one by one. His movements were steady, precise, and ruthless, without the slightest hesitation.

Time passed second by second.

Ang watched quietly, occasionally glancing back at the dark, silent throne on the lake to ensure that the being remained asleep.

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