Not only that, at this moment, the entire heavens and earth were illuminated by the fierce white light. Everyone near the puppet stage was blinded by the dazzling white brightness.
Even Angel, whose consciousness had merged with the wind, couldn’t help but transfer his main consciousness back to the ground.
The white light continued, and for a time, both heaven and earth fell silent at this moment.
“Will they… die?” Canaan’s voice trembled slightly, and even though he wasn’t enveloped by the beam of light, the power of the attack still gave him an unprecedented shock.
Canaan had always thought humans were very weak. But now, whether it was the shop owner awakening the Perceiver with the Ocean’s Rhythm, the puppet stage, or this powerful artillery shell, every incident was telling him that humans were not as weak as he had imagined.
Canaan’s question, Angel could not answer; he could only wait for the white light to dissipate to know the specifics.
“Whether they will die is hard to say. Humans have their trump cards, but that doesn’t mean Demons don’t have theirs,” Fafnir said, looking at the dazzling white light in the sky. “After all, this is Lassudral, Demon’s home field, and no one knows what might happen.”
Angel’s heart stirred. Did Fafnir mean that there was still a possibility for the three Great Demons to be alive?
To survive such a powerful attack?
Angel himself didn’t believe it. After the artillery shell was fired, although he couldn’t see the specific situation on the stage, he clearly saw the trajectory of the shell shattering the entire space.
Angel had never seen such a powerful attack before.
He even suspected that if this weren’t the Abyss, where the spatial Laws were incredibly sturdy, if it had been an ordinary world, perhaps that one strike might have been enough to sink a continent or churn the oceans.
The three Great Demons had already been battered by the puppet stage; could they withstand such a powerful attack?
About half a minute passed, and the white light slowly faded away.
Angel transferred his main consciousness back into the wind in the sky.
Although this stream of wind was controlled by Fafnir, Angel could still feel the surrounding energy fluctuations even with just a sliver of his consciousness.
The nearby energy was now not just chaotic, but could even be described as “boiling,” indicating how terrifying the previous attack had been!
Angel turned his gaze to the location of the puppet stage. He wondered if the Great Demons could really survive under such circumstances?
The puppet stage had disappeared without a trace, and in its place was a grotesque, dark vortex.
Presumably, it was a Space Rift created by the impact of the artillery shell.
Around the dark vortex, there was emptiness, no sign of any life existing.
There was a cheer coming from the ice floe.
Angel turned to look back, noticing that the overall mood on the ice floe was clearly buoyant.
Mu Ying lay in a pool of blood, looking severely wounded, but his mouth was curled up at the corners; Maher was in bad shape too, but his eyes were shining, believing that eliminating three Great Demons in one fell swoop was worth the loss of a Chaos Magic Energy Cannon.
The other Wizards also appeared relaxed.
However, when Angel looked at Sanders, he noticed that Sanders was conversing with Monty beside him, his expression not as relaxed as the others.
As Angel wondered about this, Sanders suddenly looked up, his gaze finding Angel’s position.
His mouth opened slightly, whispering—
“Angel?”
A loud noise echoed in Angel’s mind, and he stared at Sanders, thinking with shock: Have I been discovered?
“How did Sanders discover me?” Before this thought could fully form, Angel suddenly noticed Sanders’s gaze shifting to the side—
At the same moment, the excited mood of the Wizards on the ice floe suddenly froze.
Angel followed Sanders’s gaze and saw a ray of light vaguely emerging from the black vortex that had appeared before.