While Angel was secretly pondering, the battle had already reached its end.
With a flick of her hand, Fafnir sent out a wind blade that carried away the last little demon. Only then did she slowly descend from midair to the ground.
At that moment, the ground within a hundred meters was covered in shredded flesh and blood.
Yet after landing, Fafnir's expression was somewhat gloomy. Though those little demons had not been particularly strong, their fearless, death-defying style of fighting had still caused her some trouble.
Moreover, Fafnir faintly sensed that Canaan might have been right. Another force was secretly controlling these little demons. This was also what puzzled Fafnir. If the hidden black hand's target truly was Angel, then with its strength, it could have acted personally. Yet it had not chosen to do so, instead controlling little demons to attack. Either it was being overly cautious, or... it was trying to draw away her attention, or weaken her strength?
Or perhaps both?
Of course, all of this rested on the premise that the other party's target was Angel.
Still, Fafnir could not understand it. Judging from its ability to control little demons, the other party had to be extremely powerful. But why would such a powerful opponent be so fixated on Angel?
Fafnir could not figure it out, but she knew that whether or not Angel was the other party's target, this definitely was not over yet.
Fafnir did not voice her thoughts. She merely signaled Angel with her eyes, then continued walking toward the core area with an expressionless face.
Angel and Canaan immediately followed.
Just as they were about to reach the Void Giant Tower, they were surrounded and attacked once again. This time, the number of demons was about the same as before. Canaan