After emerging from the flue, they saw a floor strewn with mangled corpses and a battlefield clearly divided into two sides.
On the left battlefield, Swift Spirit worked with Dox. Large numbers of Demonic Beasts were flung into the air by the power of wind, followed by a flash of red, and every Demonic Beast was beheaded.
On the right battlefield lay a pitch-black shadowy expanse. Though it was not as "lively" as the battlefield on the left, its deathly silence and stillness were all the more hair-raising. Even the Demonic Beasts seemed fearful, not daring to fly toward the right. This showed just how strange that battlefield was.
Judging from the current situation, the battlefields on both sides seemed capable of handling this horde of Demonic Beasts that had come from who knew where. But no one could say how many more Demonic Beasts were hidden outside. If they kept killing for three days and three nights and still could not finish them all, were they supposed to remain here and waste time?
Thus, the best method was not to slaughter every last one of them, but to swiftly bring the Demonic Beasts under control and seek an opportunity to leave.
After all, they had not come to help the Wandering Merchants clear the underground maze of Demonic Beasts. They had come to search for that target location.
"Should I do it, or should you, my lord?" Angel looked at Black Earl.
The only two who could swiftly bring the battlefield under control were the two of them. That was why Angel asked.
Black Earl said, "My method is not as effortless as your illusion."
What Black Earl meant was that Angel should do it; he had merely phrased it more tactfully. Angel nodded in understanding. "Alright."
Angel informed