Hearing that Elysia had almost been killed by Raymond, the Archdemon's expression, already growing colder, was suddenly filled with murderous intent, and even the skies seemed to change color.
However, she was still gravely wounded. The intense surge of emotion tore open her recently healed injuries, staining the bandages on her body with fresh blood.
Owen gently stroked the Archdemon's back, trying to calm her turbulent emotions. He spoke softly:
"Leave this matter to me."
Then, Owen turned to Elysia, a puzzled look on his face.
"Raymond should only be a God-Tier Mage, yet you've been at the God King level for many years. How did he manage to force you into such a state?"
In the Kyrik Mausoleum, Raymond had attacked him from afar.
He displayed the terrifying power of a God-Tier Mage. At that time, Owen had been no match for him and had only managed to fend off his deadly strike by activating the newly unlocked Godslayer Array.
This was so unlike her sister.
“You silly girl, stop making wild guesses. Owen is far more powerful than you think. He’s the talk of Middle Earth right now. You’ll see once you leave this place.”
The Archdemon lightly patted Elysia’s hand.
Elysia thought for a moment, then nodded.
“Fine, follow me. If things go south, my sister and I will cover your retreat.”
With that, she took the Archdemon’s hand and led the way to the other side of the mountains.
Owen watched as Elysia led the Archdemon away, sensing a hint of an overprotective sister complex.
With Elysia guiding them, they quickly arrived at the outer edge of a valley filled with a dense, vibrant life force.
The valley was teeming with lush magical plants, glowing softly and gathering the surrounding mana.
As the three of them approached, the elemental energy in their bodies grew lively.
Especially for the Archdemon and Elysia, just taking a deep breath accelerated the healing of their wounds.
Clearly, the Fate Crystal was inside this valley!
“Well, well, the Fate Crystal is already mine. Still clinging to hope?”
Just as Elysia prepared to move forward, a cold, imperious voice echoed out from the valley. The next moment, a figure wearing a crown and holding a long spear appeared at the valley’s entrance.
His aura was overwhelming, filled with battle intent. Though his hair was white, his spirit was vigorous, and a life-force dragon seemed to coil around his body.
Simply standing there, he felt like an insurmountable mountain, exerting immense pressure.
“Raymond!”
Enemies meeting face-to-face ignited a surge of rage within Elysia. She glared at him, her killing intent spiking.
“Heh, you’ve brought reinforcements? His level seems unfathomable, yet he looks even weaker than you.”
Raymond glanced at the Archdemon beside her. At first, he was startled, but he quickly sneered.