Luo Youyou had an inexplicable fear of Cersei. She had only met Cersei briefly. Cersei's narrow and long almond-shaped eyes revealed a fox-like cunning that made people feel uncomfortable. If the calculation always hidden in Gayi's eyes made people feel disgusted, then Cersei's eyes were full of calculation and savagery. Even if she had been locked up in the dim underworld prison for thousands of years and was covered in dirt, it could not cover up the chilling light in her eyes.

She was the first witch, and it took the combined forces of three races to imprison her in the Netherworld. When she'd rescued her from the Netherworld for Mu Yaxi, she'd also taken her soul ring. Uncharitable, she'd never gotten it back. She didn't know why, but her instincts told her that Sersi was a ruthless character, vindictive and not to be trifled with. If possible, Luo Youyou hoped she'd never have to face her.

"We no longer have the magic bottle to go to the Witch Country." A little maid beside Yue Shenxun, who had never had a sense of presence, said tremblingly. The little maid felt a chill down her spine when she recalled her first trip to the Witch Country.

Yueshen Xun glared at her fiercely, which frightened the little maid so much that she shuddered, shrank her neck, took a few steps back, lowered her head and dared not say another word.

The others were also feeling a headache. Another desert crossing? The desert was scorching hot for humans, like being drenched in oil, or even worse. The scorching heat, rolling in day and night, made them feel like they were in purgatory, worse than death. They couldn't even carry enough blood to replenish their strength.

"Let's go through the Spirit Realm." Luo Youyou took out the Spirit Key and thought about whether she had offended the elves in any way before. It seemed that apart from the annihilation of the evil spirits, there was no other deep hatred. However, she was very clear that the Elf King did not welcome them.

"Don't forget, the elves and the witches of the Witch Land have had friendly exchanges for generations. Last time we took the spirit staff, and this time we are going for it again." From the moment Luo Youyou decided not to go to the heaven to chase Jiayi, Yuri knew what she was planning.

"Gayi can make a deal with Sersi, and we can also make a deal with the elves. As long as we summon the Blood Father, the Hallows will be meaningless to us. When the time comes, we will return the staff to the elves, and they will just have to turn a blind eye to our feud with the witch."

The others nodded in agreement. They were all races that didn't like to think much, so even if Luo Youyou said they wanted to fight the elves, they would agree without hesitation.

"Let's go." Luo Youyou waved the spirit key, and in an instant a cluster of white light shot up into the sky, illuminating the darkness, and an illusory door with an edge appeared in front of them.

They came directly to the Elf King's palace. To go to the Witch Country, an elf must lead the way.

The Elf King, seated on the throne, frowned upon seeing the uninvited guests in the hall. Were they a bunch of plague gods? He hadn't anticipated that the thank-you gift he'd politely offered Luo Youyou would be so thoroughly exploited. The last time he'd come, he'd gone to Sea Cliff without even saying hello. Spirit keys weren't rare; any elf of even a slightly higher status had one. But giving them a spirit key didn't mean they were welcome to "come back often."

Out of courtesy, the Elf King, who had been lazily leaning on the throne, sat up straight and said, "I didn't know you were coming. I'm sorry for not welcoming you."

The words were very official and beautiful, but there was no sign of welcome. The look in his eyes clearly said, "What are you doing here? You are not welcome here."

Luo Youyou also smiled politely, not intending to speak in official language, and went straight to the point, "The spirit staff is in Sersi's hands. If you help us enter the witch's land, the spirit staff will be yours."

The Elf King's wrinkled eyelids drooped listlessly. Upon hearing this, his eyes suddenly widened and he became interested. "Give it back to us?"

"Yes, I'll give it back to you." Luo Youyou originally wanted to say that she would give it back to them after she had used it, but then she changed her mind and realized that it might not be safe to keep the magic staff on her. If the Elf King took the magic staff back, he would definitely guard it more closely.

The Elf King's cloudy eyes rolled around, pondering the credibility of this statement. "Just open the door?"

"You can lend it to me unconditionally when I need it." Luo Youyou's smile deepened. She didn't know that the calculation on her face at this moment was exactly the same as Jiayi's.

The Elf King scoffed, knowing it wouldn't come so easy. They'd risked their lives for the staff, so how could they return it so easily? But if he refused, he'd be a sinner against the Elven race. His people had fought such a horrific battle to get it back, and now, in his time, the vampires had taken it so easily. He'd been agonizing over how to find a suitable excuse to get it back.

He pondered for a moment. Whether it was stealing, robbing, or cheating, it wouldn't be that easy. Getting it back would be easy, but failing to do so would cost the army. The elves were now sparsely populated, their descendants dwindling, and they couldn't withstand a large-scale disturbance. So, this deal wasn't a bad one, but he still asked, apprehensively, "How many times?"

"Why do you talk so much nonsense, old man? Are you going to do it or not?" Yue Shenxun became impatient and shot a fierce look at the Elf King.

The Elf King shuddered. This was a guy who could not be offended. When he fought against the blood clan, he was still young and was the vanguard of the elves. He had witnessed the "power" of Yue Shenxun on the battlefield. He never showed mercy. The Shura-like appearance on the battlefield was his nightmare when he was young.

"Three times." Luo Youyou didn't want to make the atmosphere too awkward, so she stopped Yue Shenxun behind her and added.

The Elf King secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This seemed like someone he couldn't afford to offend. Even a Rasha like Yueshen Xun obeyed her. Furthermore, she felt distinctly different from her last visit. The aura of death was even stronger, and she exuded a murderous aura. He feigned composure and nodded, striving to maintain his dignity as a king.

Once again, they returned to the Land of Witches. After just a few months, they realized that this place could no longer be called the Land of Witches. They had experienced what the true demonic realm was like. It used to be called the Land of Witches because of the birdsong and the fragrance of flowers. Everywhere was a faint pink, a variety of pinks complementing each other. Unknown objects emitted faint light, making the entire island of Laman shimmer. Being on Laman Island was like being in paradise, making people gradually forget that this was actually the demonic realm.

Now, the place is filled with a suffocating stench of decay. The pink vegetation has disappeared, replaced by patches of scorched earth. The first thing that catches the eye is no longer the forest path strewn with fallen petals, but thick wooden stakes, each pierced with a corpse, its face twisted, as if it had died in excruciating pain. Once a fairyland, its current state of devastation would put even the underworld to shame...