บท 1117: Aftermaths of the Battle

The battlefield had turned burnt black after the flames disappeared. The ground within several hundred meters had sunk seven meter deep, those seven meters of depths had been burnt into nothingness.

Lin Yun looked back in the distance and looked at the Dark Night Phoenix guarding the array, not caring about the fight happening in the distance. Those several dozen Pseudo Heaven Rank Magic Beasts were guarding the surroundings, firmly protecting the array.

With a dark expression, Lin Yun turned back and flew away. He found a safe location and entered the Demiplane.

In the Demiplane, Enderfa was lashing his whip, fiercely cursing at Daggeth's group.

"You idiots! So what if you are mages of the Quicksand Tower? So what if you are 9th Rank Archmages? You are truly idiots! You can't do something as simple as digging a river path? Why don't you die.

"What? You still dare to glare at me? Uncle Enderfa will get rid of you…"