On the Kewenhua Grand Plains, as the heads of four Tier 3 Abyss Prison monsters fell one after another, the Demon army finally scattered.
Countless howls echoed through the night. Like beasts with their spines severed, they fled chaotically in every direction.
Ang stood amid the ashes of blood and fire, but the light in his eyes suddenly sharpened.
In that instant, an icy sense of danger rose from the depths of his soul. Like a howling cold wind across the wasteland, it made every hair on his body stand on end.
"Fall back! Everyone fall back! Abandon all spoils of war!" Ang's voice became invisible mental waves that poured directly into the hearts of every warrior under his command.
The warriors froze for a moment. They had been excitedly preparing to pursue, and some were even collecting magic crystals and Black Magic Mark Skin from the fallen Demons.
But Ang's orders had never been questioned. Even without understanding why, they formed ranks in the shortest possible time and swiftly retreated the way they had come.
"Ang, what happened?" Natiya gripped the Magic Communicator in her hand and asked anxiously.
Ang's voice came through the magic, heavy and cold. "A fourth-tier expert from Abyss Prison... is about to descend upon the Maple Sugar Plane."
Natiya's heart jolted, and her face turned deathly pale.
She almost immediately understood the weight of those words.
Tier 3 Foul Spirits had already forced them to fight with everything they had. If a fourth-tier being descended now, it meant that the entire Maple Sugar Plane would no longer be a land where ordinary people could survive.
"Then... then doesn't that mean..." Her voice trembled.
"That's right." Ang spoke gravely. "This isn't merely a battle. It is Abyss Prison extending its fangs toward the Maple Sugar