Chapter 153: Chapter 153: Blood Clan? I’ll Handle It Myself!
After the decision was made, Aster Grant planned to take Crystal Winslow back to the Winslow Family in Crestholm first.
After all, when it came to the bloodline flaw of the Winslow Family, no one understood it better than they did.
Moreover, the Spring of Life could only temporarily stabilize Crystal’s Life Force, preventing its further depletion.
Ultimately, this wasn’t a long-term solution!
Therefore, returning to the Winslow Family to inquire about possible solutions was the best choice.
Taking a deep breath, Aster turned his head to look at Chloe Grant.
The last time the two met was before he went to Baelgard, and now, barely reunited, they had to part again...
Whether it was Crystal’s injuries or conveying news of Azurea’s safety...
Every matter was urgent.
"Sis..."
Hearing Aster’s voice, Chloe finally reacted.
Looking at the young man standing in front of her, she suddenly realized...
The boy who once trailed behind her was now half a head taller than her.
Even though he was only a Commander Tier Two, he could already slay Monarch Level Demon Clan members.
Seeing her brother’s hesitant expression, she suddenly felt relieved.
As his strength grew, the burdens on his shoulders would only increase...
"Go ahead."
She suddenly reached out to ruffle Aster’s hair, just like when they were young.
"But you must promise me——"
Chloe’s gaze fell on the girl lying in the Spring of Life.
She had promised this foolish girl that as long as they got out alive this time...
She would matchmake her with her brother.
But now...
She had survived, but this silly girl didn’t know when she would wake up.
She turned her head, locking eyes with Aster with a solemn gaze:
"You have to bring this foolish girl back... safe and sound."
Aster nodded heavily.
Without Chloe’s reminder, he was determined to accomplish this himself.
"Sis, I’ll leave this place to you; I’ll take Crystal back to the Winslow Family first!"
"Alright, go ahead."
Chloe watched her brother turn away. Although the battle in Lythos was over, the demonic qi still surged on the battlefield.
If not purified in time, new members of the Demon Clan could soon be born, threatening nearby towns.
At this moment, Bianca emerged from the Void.
She had gone to ensure there were no issues at the other battlefields.
Seeing Aster, she spoke softly:
"The other three cracks have healed, with no Demon Clan members left behind."
"However... the Void Gate to the Alternate Space remains sealed."
Although Azurea’s crisis has temporarily subsided, on the other side in the Alternate Space——
Zane Drake and the others...
How were they doing?
None of this was known!
Therefore, he had to enter the Alternate Space as soon as possible.
"Bianca, take us to Crestholm first!"
Bianca nodded and used her Talent, taking Aster and Crystal back to Crestholm.
Chloe stood there until the spatial ripples completely settled, then withdrew her gaze.
She took a deep breath and turned to the crowd:
"Begin purifying the demonic qi and count the casualties——"
...
On the other side.
In the Alternate Space.
The Demon Clan’s camp.
An oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire camp, making the air seem almost frozen.
All Monarch Level Demon Clan members held their breath, even the Half-Step Totem Level Demon Lords maintained a kneeling position, their foreheads nearly touching the ground.
In the center of the tent, a slender figure stood with hands behind his back.
His appearance was no different from a human, but his dark purple pupils reflected a Demon Pattern.
This was a genuine Demon God!
All Demon Gods resided in the Demon Abyss.
However, the upheaval a millennium ago completely changed the landscape——
The passage between the Demon Abyss and the Alternate Space was sealed by a mysterious power, trapping all Totem Level and higher Demon Clan members in the Demon Abyss, unable to descend to the Alternate Space.
That damn seal!
A flash of malice crossed the Demon God’s eyes.
He forcibly dissipated his demonic qi, painfully reducing his strength from Totem Level to Monarch Peak.
Only then did he barely deceive the seal’s Perception enough to descend to the Alternate Space.
But the moment he arrived here...
He had already heard bad news!
"The plan... failed?"
The icy voice made all Demon Clan members shudder, their heads bowed even lower.
"A bunch of useless fools!"
His gaze swept over them like a knife, and each Demon Lord felt a stab in their soul but dared not resist at all.
The Demon God let out a cold snort, suppressing his anger.
At this point, punishing these fools would be pointless.
"Retreat the entire army."
He ordered coldly, "Since we couldn’t obtain the Human Race Divine Pattern, we’ll target the other races first."
As the owner of a Demon Pattern, he was highly knowledgeable about the Divine Pattern.
The Human Race had three Divine Patterns, each closely tied to the race’s fate.
Currently, two Divine Patterns had yet to manifest, preventing them from acting against the Human Race.
This was to avoid obstructing the formation of the last two Divine Patterns!
Now, they had already seized control of the entry to the Divine Realm; as soon as it opened.
The second and third Divine Patterns would surely fall into their hands.
As for the first one...
Since the plan to seize the Divine Pattern had failed, there was no need to waste forces encircling Draconia.
Several Half-Step Totem Level Demon Lords exchanged glances, and one of them dared to speak:
"My lord, although we cannot act against the Human Race, however..."
"The Blood Clan seems to have concealed themselves within a human force called The Crimson See!"
The Demon God glanced at this Demon Lord, a cruel curve appearing at the corner of his mouth:
"The Blood Clan... I will handle personally."
"As for the rest of you..."
He raised his hand, instantly condensing a map of the Alternate Space in the air.
"Search every corner of the Alternate Space for me——the Ghost Race, Snow Clan, Fox Clan, Dragon Clan... leave none out!"
As the voice reverberated through the camp, a feverish flame ignited in the eyes of all Demon Clan members.
"Confirm their locations, and wait for the day when the Demon Abyss seal shatters..."
The Demon God’s figure gradually became voidified, his final words echoing like a curse:
"That will be the time for those ants to face extinction!"
"As you command!"
In earth-shattering roars, countless Demon Clan members transformed into a black tide, scattering far and wide.
...
Draconian Defense Line.
Zane Drake stood at the forefront of the line, his knuckles whitened from exertion.
Currently, he had no understanding of the situation in Azurea.
Even though he had dispatched Stryker to The Crimson See, attempting to return to Azurea, but distant water cannot quench a nearby fire.
If Azurea had already fallen in the meantime...
The mere thought of this possibility filled him with guilt.
He had overestimated the Alternate Space and hadn’t anticipated the Demon Clan’s ability to seal the Void Gate.
Moreover, they had discovered a way to reach Azurea.
This led to Azurea’s current crisis.
However, at this moment.
"Boom——"
Suddenly, the demon army on the horizon began to retreat.
Zane Drake’s pupils constricted, his body tensed from the sudden change.
Retreating?
The battles during this time made him understand that the Demon Clan’s target had always been the Divine Pattern.
The withdrawal at this moment suggested only two possibilities——
Either they had obtained the Divine Pattern, or... their operation failed.
Zane Drake’s throat tightened, his palms sweating with cold anticipation.
He stared intently at the Demon Clan retreating like a tide, silently praying in his heart:
Please, don’t let it be the first possibility...
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