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"Sever the connection with the shallow beacon, concentrate all computing power on deep scanning, and within thirty seconds, I need to know where the core of the energy source is."

Her orders were swift, giving the panicked operators a sense of direction, and the only sound in the hall was the clatter of keyboards.

"No," an analyst in charge of data integration said in a hoarse voice, "The other party's energy level is too high; we can only determine the general area."

"Between the forty-first and forty-fourth floors."

"No."

Sister Lin stared intently at the data model on the main screen, which had turned completely blood-red, and said, word by word, "It's on the forty-fourth floor."

"The kings of old."

"They're coming back."

……

On the other side, Baal, who was being talked about, walked over to a section of a broken, thick chain and sat down.

His two long legs were casually crossed, the hem of his dark gold robe trailing on the dusty ground, and the few wisps of black fire around him gently floating against his shoulders.

Leaning against the wall, Chen Guan raised his arm and wiped the blood from his face, which was obscuring his vision, with his sleeve, before looking at the figure sitting on the scrap metal.

Guan Jinyue stood not far away, silently staring at the beam of light, motionless, and began to AFK.

Chen Guan had recovered somewhat and asked curiously, "Who are the people holding the staffs in those scenes?"

Baal stopped swinging his legs and uttered two words: "Hero."

He was about to ask another question when Barr cut him off abruptly.

"Alright, put away your curiosity."

He stretched out a big yawn, his joints cracking and popping, and that carefree yet irritating energy returned to him.

"With six broken, Lord Baal can finally relax a bit."

He stood up, walked to the still-glowing main pillar, bent his index finger, and casually tapped the pillar covered with runes.

That's enough for now.

Chen Guan braced himself against the ground, lifting himself slightly: "So, we're just going to ignore the rest?"

Baal laughed as if he had heard a joke. He turned around and looked down at the dilapidated state of the coffin.

"Do you think this is some kind of video game with levels?"

"If Lord Baal were standing here at his peak," He tapped his temple, "your little brain would explode into a spectacular firework in an instant."

"Your body is not strong enough to bear the full weight of my karma."

Baal raised his chin, his purple-gold eyes piercing through the rock layers above, as if he could see the sky of the demon realm.

"Besides, it's so boring to reveal all our cards at once. We have to keep some surprises for our old neighbors, don't we?"

Chen Guan was panting heavily and didn't respond.

"Stop pretending to be dead."

Baal dusted off imaginary dust from his cuffs: "Let's go."

The smile on his face, which seemed to be enjoying the show, widened once more.

"Lord Baal has already smelled it; things are quite lively in the human world right now."

Chen Guan stood up and glanced one last time at the enormous sealing pillar of light.

The six jagged, broken gaps were particularly striking, while the remaining half of the chain remained firmly anchored in the endless void, like an ancient mountain range.

Baal swaggered in front of the two men, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers crisply.

The air in front of Him cracked open with a dark red gash.

Space twisted and spun, and a vortex passage emitting an ominous red light appeared out of thin air.

"Alright, just follow the path you came from and go up one by one."

"By the way, kid, when you're strong enough to spar with that white-robed kid, Lord Baal will give you a gift."

Before Chen Guan could reply, a flash of light appeared, and the two of them were kicked into the teleportation portal.

After a large patch of red light blurred his vision, it quickly dissipated. His stomach churned violently, and Chen Guan was thrown onto the hard ground like a broken sack.

It seems that even Baal wasn't that kind to them.

The fall made his vision go black, and the half breath he had just managed to muster was stuck in his throat.

He coughed up two mouthfuls of bloody saliva, finally managing to pull his vision out of the double vision.

Before him lay smooth, pure white floor tiles, surrounded by several spires carved with wing patterns. He would recognize this place even if he turned to ashes; it was Astaroth's territory.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, his collar was forcefully blocked, and Guan Jinyue, who was standing next to him, was also lifted into the air.

The scenery around them receded wildly into blurry blocks of color. The force was completely unreasonable, dragging the two of them and smashing them wildly towards the main hall.

Before the dizziness in their heads had subsided, the two of them rolled several times along the floor of the main hall.

Chen Guan's forehead slammed heavily against the hard stone slab. Just as he was about to prop himself up, a barbed and angry curse came from the end of the hall.

"It's you again?"

He barely managed to lift his eyelids to look ahead, and there lay that indistinguishable male and female figure on the luxurious soft couch.

The other person didn't even bother to sit up; their gray eyes were filled with blatant disdain as they swept over.

"Isn't this annoying?"

Astaroth didn't give them a chance to speak at all, and kicked them directly from a distance.

"You two, get out of here right now."

A vortex-like passage, glowing red, was laid flat against the soles of their feet without any obstruction.

Chen Guan's foot slipped and he fell straight in, with Guan Jinyue following closely behind.

The pulling force in the passageway was unusually strong. Chen Guan felt like he had become a tattered sack thrown downstairs, his limbs swinging wildly in mid-air uncontrollably.

Before the feeling of weightlessness had even subsided, he crashed face down onto the dark gold metal plate, his chin throbbing with pain.

...He hated the bad-tempered demons.

The sound of Guan Jinyue falling to the ground came from the side. Even the usually composed person couldn't suppress a muffled groan, probably because she had fallen quite hard.

He still doesn't know just how angry Astaroth was with him and Baal.

Chen Guan propped himself up half an inch by using his elbows to support himself on the ground. His vision was filled with dark gold stretching to the horizon, with a purplish sky above.

In the distance, there was the silhouette of an outrageously large black city; clearly, they had been kicked back into Baimon's territory.

Damn it, he must install an elevator in the Demon Realm in the future, the kind that goes straight there, so he won't be tossed around like that anymore.

Guan Jinyue had already dusted off his clothes and stood up straight again, his expression no different from usual.

The two of them took steps one after the other, retracing their steps and stepping once again into this undefended and eerie city.

The black stone slabs on both sides of the street swallowed up the faint grinding sounds, and the towering stone buildings with their pointed roofs kept their doors and windows tightly shut.

The demons continued to walk around in silence, completely ignoring them.

The huge circular stone platform in the center of the square quickly took over the view ahead.