Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Edwin's mind went blank.

The sudden attack had escaped his notice.

What he couldn't understand the most was how he found himself!

His stealth magic is at the top level!

Lin Gui didn't give him time to think.

The airship sped off again, flying over the falling Edwin.

It then hovered in the air.

In Lin Gui's hand was a clump of Edwin's hair.

The bow of the airship struck Edwin's side, and the enormous impact sent him flying.

His body tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Dust flew everywhere, and gravel flew everywhere.

But Edwin was not injured.

He is too powerful.

A legendary mage, just one step away from becoming an epic mage.

For him, such an impact was nothing more than a gust of wind.

He pushed himself up from the ground with his hands.

His deep purple robes were covered in dust, and his silver-white hair fell loosely over his forehead.

He looked up at the airship hovering in the air, his thin face contorted in pain.

"you!"

His voice was forced out of his throat, hoarse and low.

"You're still alive!"

"How is that possible!"

Lin Gui sat on the flying boat, looking down at him.

Her black hair swayed slightly in the wind, and a hint of a smile played in her gray eyes.

"It was I who deliberately provoked that ruler."

His voice was unhurried, as if he were stating something perfectly natural.

Do you think I'd dig my own grave?

"My esteemed Lord Edwin."

Edwin's face looked extremely grim.

His fingers gripped the staff tightly, his knuckles turning white.

His gaze passed over Lin Gui and looked into the distance.

At the horizon, the black mountain ridge stretching across the wasteland was moving rapidly.

Satogua is coming from afar.

Its four giant feet crushed everything, and every step made the earth tremble.

The shadows spread across the wasteland like a moving dark cloud.

Edwin withdrew his gaze and stared intently at Lin Gui.

He knew he couldn't let this guy hold him back.

He must leave immediately.

He raised his staff and began to chant.

A deep incantation flowed from his lips, each syllable carrying a tremendous magical energy.

A giant magical ring rapidly formed in front of him.

The ring is over five meters in diameter and its surface is covered with densely packed runes, radiating a dark golden light.

That's legendary magic.

Morgan's eyes narrowed.

He gripped the Wind Whisperer's Scepter tightly and began to chant.

Magic surged from the top of the scepter, transforming into extraordinary magical rings.

A ring appeared around the airship, aimed at Edwin on the ground.

Morgan waved his staff.

Extraordinary magical rings shot out simultaneously, unleashing a barrage of magical attacks like a torrential downpour.

Edwin did not look up.

He raised his left hand, palm facing outward.

A pale golden shield glowed beside him, layer upon layer, blocking all the extraordinary magic from the outside.

The wind blades shattered on the shield, the fireball exploded in a burst of light, and the ice spikes turned into fragments.

The attack of the extraordinary magic lasted for more than ten seconds, but the shield remained completely still.

Morgan's face darkened.

"This old fellow is chanting two legendary spells at the same time."

His voice carried a suppressed heaviness.

"He really is just one step away from the title."

"Her chanting speed is also much faster than mine."

Lin Gui smiled but didn't reply.

His gaze fell on Edwin, watching the legendary magical ring that was rapidly being constructed.

Then he raised his hand and waved it gently.

A dark, veiled garment enveloped the entire airship.

The outline of the airship vanished into thin air, along with Morgan and the remaining magical fluctuations, all disappearing without a trace.

Edwin's lips curled into a cold smile.

How could a high-level mage's stealth spell possibly escape his perception?

His perception was like an invisible net, spreading in all directions.

It spread everywhere, licking every inch of space, inch by inch.

Then, his pupils contracted.

There was nothing there.

Apart from the fleeing demons in the distance, his senses were completely empty.

That flying ship, that black-haired mage, that legendary half-demon.

They've all disappeared.

It's as if it never existed.

Edwin's lips tightened.

High-level stealth magic cannot escape his perception.

Then the other party must have escaped.

After all, the speed of that airship was beyond his imagination.

In just a moment, he caught up with him, who had left earlier.

Edwin touched his slightly numb scalp, where a patch of hair was missing.

Edwin's expression turned ugly as he recalled that his hair had ended up in that guy's hands.

He knew that the other side had once again located him.

No matter how sophisticated the concealment magic, it cannot stop the tracking at the soul level.

He took a deep breath and removed the two legendary magic rings that were being constructed.

The magic dissipated from the ring, the runes gradually dimmed, and the ring vanished as specks of light.

He raised his staff and began to chant a levitation spell.

The staff rose from the ground, carrying his body slowly into the air.

He must leave here immediately.

At this very moment—

"boom!"

An extraordinary magic exploded behind him.

The shockwave struck his back, tearing his robes and causing a burning pain on his skin.

Edwin's body lurched forward, and he nearly dropped his staff.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

He did not sense the approaching magical attack.

Absolutely not.

His senses were constantly active, covering a space of hundreds of meters around him.

But that magic appeared so abruptly.

It looked as if it had grown out of the void.

"How is this possible..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

The second extraordinary spell came from the left.

A gust of wind brushed past his arm, tearing the sleeve of his robe and leaving a shallow bloodstain on his arm.

The third dart fell from above, the earthen spikes striking his shoulder and shattering into countless tiny fragments.

The fourth, the fifth, and the sixth.

Extraordinary magic attacks came from every corner, impossible to defend against.

He could only perceive their presence when they collided with his body.

Edwin's mind was racing.

These spells are enhanced with the magic of concealment!

It's that high-level mage's magic!

How is that possible!

How could a high-level concealment spell possibly escape his perception!

How could he not notice?

He didn't have time to think much.

More extraordinary magic surged in from all directions, as dense as rain.

He gritted his teeth, raised his left hand, and began chanting the Extraordinary Shield.

The incantation was uttered rapidly, each syllable carrying suppressed anger.

A pale black shield lit up beside him, enveloping his entire body.

The extraordinary magic crashed into the shield, shattering into fragments of wind, dirt, and magical bombs.

The shield was trembling, but it did not shatter.

Edwin's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He didn't stop.

He began to build the legendary shield.

That was his strongest defensive spell, which had once saved him from a fatal blow from an epic demon in the forbidden area.

The incantation is more complex and consumes more magic, but the chanting speed has not slowed down.

One floor, two floors, three floors, four floors.

However, once his legendary magic was complete, the attack stopped.

Those elusive and extraordinary magical powers have disappeared.

The wasteland returned to deathly silence.

Only the distant roar continued, growing louder and closer.

Edwin's face turned deathly pale.

He slowly turned his head.

That epic ruler has arrived.

Satoguya stood before him.

Its body is like a mountain, blocking out the sky and the sun.

Its four enormous legs stood around him like four pillars reaching to the heavens and the earth.

Its head was lowered, and its scarlet vertical pupils were staring at him.

Edwin's lips trembled slightly.

He wanted to escape.

But the legendary shield was still active, and his body was encased in it, unable to move.

He can remove the shield and then fly.

But the moment the shield is removed, he will be instantly torn apart by Satoguya's attack.

He had no choice.

He gritted his teeth, gripping the inner wall of the shield tightly with both hands, and poured magic into it frantically.

The legendary shield shone even brighter, layer upon layer.

Satogua's giant foot rose up.

A shadow fell over the entire land.

Then, step on it.

The first layer of shield shattered, exploding like glass.

Second layer, third layer, fourth layer.

It crumbled layer by layer.

The fragments flew through the air, turning into specks of light that dissipated.

Blood trickled from the corner of Edwin's mouth, his hands trembled, and his magic was being consumed rapidly.

But he did not give up.

He gritted his teeth and poured the last bit of magic into the shield.

Satogia's giant foot stopped above the last layer of shield.

I can't step on it anymore.

Edwin's eyes lit up.

Then--

Zatogia raised its other giant foot.

Two giant feet stomped down at the same time.

The final layer of shield shattered.

Edwin's vision was now filled only with that giant foot that was getting closer and closer.

Then, darkness.

In the distance, on a speedboat hurtling northward.

Lin Gui opened his palm and looked at the clump of hair that had been pulled from Edwin's head.

Thin, pale blue threads of soul energy were wrapped around her hair.

The thin thread shimmered faintly, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Then, one by one, they broke off and dissipated into the air.

Lin Gui clenched his fist and threw the hair out of the flying boat.

Her hair fluttered in the wind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He turned his head and looked into the distance.

The setting sun is sinking below the horizon, turning the sky a golden-red hue.

The airship sped through the golden-red light, leaving a faint trail behind it.

Morgan sat in the back row, still holding his staff, though most of his magic had been used up.

He looked at Lin Gui's profile, hesitated for a moment, and then asked.

"Dead?"

Lin Gui nodded.

"He's dead."

Morgan let out a long breath, leaned back in the airship's seat, and closed his eyes.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

In the last row of the airship, Leah leaned against the ship's wall, her gray hair falling in front of her face.

Her chest was still heaving violently, her fingers gripping the rope, her knuckles turning white.

Upon hearing Morgan's words, "Dead," her shoulders slumped as if all her strength had been drained away.

She let out a long breath and closed her eyes.

Cedric and Hewlett also breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Cedric leaned against the ship's side, his blood-red eyes half-open, staring at the black-haired youth in the pilot's seat.

His expression was complicated.

His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

The same goes for Hewlett.

He had his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were thinking about something.

Then he opened his eyes and looked at Lin Gui's back.

The black-haired youth sat in the driver's seat, holding a staff in both hands, his back ramrod straight.

The wind blew his hair, revealing a faint scar on the back of his neck.

Hewlett looked at it for a few seconds, then looked away and closed his eyes again.

No one spoke on the airship.

Only the sound of the wind rushing past my ears and the distant roar of Satoguya could be heard.

The sound grew farther and farther away, deeper and deeper, like muffled thunder on the horizon.

Morgan leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, a relieved smile still playing on his lips.

Then Lin Gui spoke.

"We can't go back yet."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

Morgan's expression froze.

His lips opened, closed, and opened again.

On that resolute face, the expression shifted from doubt to shock, from shock to absurdity, and from absurdity to an indescribable, almost collapsing complexity.

He stared at the back of Lin Gui's head for a long time.

Then he spoke, his voice hoarse.

"What did you say?"

Lin Gui did not turn around.

I said, we can't go back yet.

His voice was flat, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"We also need to move the withered tree over north."

"To prevent the rampaging demons from heading south and destroying Drywood Town."

Morgan gripped his staff tightly, his knuckles turning white.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back.

His gaze passed over Lin Gui and looked into the distance.

At the horizon, Satogua's body continued to move, its four giant feet crushing everything in its path.

Dust billowed into the sky, obscuring half of it.

Morgan swallowed hard.

He turned his head and looked at Leah, Cedric, and Hewlett in the back row of the airship.

The three of them didn't look happy either.

Leah leaned against the ship's wall, her gray hair falling in front of her face.

Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes wide open, staring at Lin Gui's back as if she were looking at a madman.

Cedric's lips twitched, his bloodshot eyes filled with absurdity.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.

Hewlett remained silent, his brows furrowed, and he tapped his fingers lightly on his knee twice.

None of the four people spoke.

But their faces were all wearing the same expression.

They have always regarded the Deadwood Ruler as a deterrent weapon, a last resort, a trump card that would lead to mutual destruction if it were used.

They never imagined that one day someone would lead them to deliberately provoke the Overlord and even engage in close combat.

Like a flea, it kept jumping on the tiger's face.

The frantic speeding and bombing they had just endured had already pushed them to their psychological limits.

Now that Edwin is dead, does this little guy still intend to provoke that ruler?

Morgan's chest heaved violently a few times.

His lips opened, closed, and opened again.

He wanted to say, "You're crazy," and "We finally managed to escape."

But those words were on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back.

Morgan closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath, then another.

Then he opened his eyes and nodded sadly.

"it is good."