Within the next minute, the other two Half-Blood Demons woke up in succession.
Though their improvements were nowhere near as obvious as Plapa's and could hardly be discerned from their appearances, the undisguised delight in their eyes made it clear that this Experience Journey had yielded tremendous gains.
Now, only Canaan and the Three-Headed Crocodile remained within the Ocean Rhythm illusion.
Come to think of it, Angel did not know whether it was a case of accumulated strength bursting forth, or simply demons possessing talents far beyond humans, but this group of demons had endured far longer in the illusion than humans did.
Not to mention Plapa earlier—these Half-Blood Demons who had awakened had mostly held on for around three minutes, far surpassing the human average.
In a sense, Ocean Rhythm was a game of survival. Everyone would die in the end; it was simply a matter of who could last longer.
From this perspective, human resilience truly fell far short of demons'.
Even though Ocean Rhythm selectively suppressed memories, the instincts carved into demons' bones kept them from choosing to give up. They would exhaust every possible means for the sake of survival.
When demons and humans were compared in this regard, which was superior and which inferior was obvious at a glance.
Time trickled by. Another minute passed, and a faint mist of water suddenly seeped from the Three-Headed Crocodile's body.
The other demons watched the scene in utter astonishment.
Their own improvements remained things only they themselves could sense, but the Three-Headed Crocodile's improvement had already become visible to the naked eye. Moreover, the water mist was gradually thickening, while its enormous body emitted a shimmering aquatic glow.
"Could it be that the Three-Headed Crocodile is about to advance too?" The demons looked at one another, the