Inside the God-Demon Battlefield's teleportation hall, the air was thick with a tense and complicated atmosphere.
Ang looked somewhat weary, yet he remained calm.
Quintina kept her gaze fixed on him, the corners of her lips lifting slightly as her eyes shone with anticipation.
"Ang, did you succeed?" Her voice was gentle yet certain, as though she had already guessed the answer but still longed for confirmation.
The others gathered around as well, their eyes filled with curiosity and faint anxiety as they waited for Ang's response.
Ang drew a deep breath, feeling the lingering exhaustion from the battle still clinging to him. He gave a slight nod, his expression calm.
"You could say so." His voice was soft but firm. "I found the Tier 3 Foul Spirit that ambushed me and got a little revenge."
"Revenge? My lord, you mean... that Tier 3 Foul Spirit?" Ade's voice stammered. He clearly could not understand it.
How could their lord possibly have gone after a legendary Tier 3 Foul Spirit?
Ang nodded, a deep light flashing in his eyes. That battle had seemingly brought him not only pain, but also an intangible sense of satisfaction.
"Y-you aren't joking, are you?" Dana stood to the side, his face full of disbelief.
"A Tier 3 Foul Spirit! That's a legendary powerhouse! Did you become a legendary powerhouse?" His voice was filled with shock, as though the Ang before him had become unfamiliar and incomprehensible.
The atmosphere around them suddenly grew solemn. Some even began to doubt whether the Ang before them was truly the Ang they knew.
After all, that silver-white figure had once claimed that Ang's soul had been scattered. Yet now he had returned from the dead.
The aura Ang gave off now was completely different from before. He seemed to