In that endless, pitch-black space, it seemed as if everything around us had been turned upside down.
The sky is beneath our feet, while the earth hangs above our heads.
The witchers were all covered in wounds, lying sprawled on the ground.
Limbs and severed arms were scattered all over the ground, and bright red blood stained the darkness.
The white bones had ripped open the chest, seemingly completely turned inside out.
They have completely lost the ability to fight.
The remaining witchers struggled to lift their heads with their last breath, their eyes red, staring in shock at the enormous demon beneath the sky.
Its body reeked of blood, filth, and the stench of rust, with bright red blood slowly dripping from between its claws.
His body seemed to be covered with a layer of crystal-red armor, which shimmered in the darkness.
Red iron filings danced wildly in the darkness around it, whipping up gusts of wind like a merciless meat grinder.
The witchers sensed it.
Yes, the devil.
The terrifying presence before us could only be a demon.
Upon seeing this colossal beast that resembled a crocodile, they could feel their hearts pounding and their blood rushing to their brains.
The bloodline of the Witcher was fully awakened.
Their consciousness gradually blurred, and even their reason vanished like flowing water.
But the final result was.....
In the blink of an eye,
They were completely wiped out.
The colossal demon before them was definitely not something that low-level demon hunters like them could handle.
It has become so powerful that it inspires despair.
Many witchers suffered broken legs, twisted backs, and were even forced to regain their sanity after enduring that horrific blow.
But now, how they wish they were still in a state of rage.
In this way, perhaps one can numb oneself when facing such a terrifying monster.
Instead of experiencing the terror of the demon firsthand, trembling with despair and sorrow.
The Witcher has actually become afraid of demons.
How ironic.
Suddenly, that sharp sound rang out from the darkness:
"That's enough fun, I'm furious."
"We should go and take care of other things."
The enormous demon tilted its head, and upon hearing this, it seemed to sigh.
The surrounding iron filings gradually subsided and returned to the demon's crimson armor.
The demon, dragging its ten-zhang-tall body, turned and walked into the depths of the dark space, its tail swaying back and forth.
Amidst the incredulous gazes of the demon hunters, the demon gradually vanished.
They couldn't even imagine it.
They were able to survive after facing such a terrifying demon.
Even though they survived, they still left a stain on their witch-hunting careers.
Faced with an invincible demon, they were actually afraid.
Not only did he fail to harm the demon, but he himself was seriously injured.
finally.
The moment the demon vanished, the surrounding space began to distort.
The sky and earth, which had been upside down, began to spin rapidly as the darkness gradually contracted. The soft, collapsed walls regained their outlines and became hard again.
When all the witchers came to their senses, they were already in the courtyard of Clavner's mansion.
They looked at each other in disbelief.
He instinctively reached out to feel his body, only to discover that the injuries he had sustained in the darkness had already healed.
Even the severed limbs were reattached without any trace of stitches, and the outward-facing bones were retracted.
It was as if the battle just now was a complete fabrication.
What on earth happened?
Didn't they just fight a demon?
The demon hunters looked up and saw that the huge mansion was brightly lit, with some flames even flickering.
The scene before me was completely different from the gloomy house I had just seen.
"...Illusion."
Someone suddenly exclaimed in agreement, and then the other witchers nodded in complete agreement.
They had no other explanation but that it was an illusion.
But... without a sound, they all were dragged into the same illusion.
Is it really possible for a human to do this?
And that demon.
They shuddered as they recalled that towering red body and the crimson armor that gleamed with death.
Was what just happened real, or an illusion...?
The demon hunters had just come to their senses when suddenly, they felt the sky instantly enveloped in shadow.
Looking up, I saw a white cloud slowly drifting down from the shadows.
"Hey, you nobodies, trespassing is not a good thing."
The sound rang out, and the demon hunters instantly went on alert, drawing their silver-white short blades from their waists.
But before they could put up any more resistance, the group of people were completely stunned.
The soil began to roll and gradually trembled.
The next second, a huge hole was instantly torn open in the ground where they were standing.
A giant flower bud suddenly burst open from beneath the trembling ground, stretching its body towards the sky.
They placed the witchers right in the center of the flower.
And they finally got their wish and saw the source of the voice sitting on the clouds.
That was a... elf.
A vast ocean of magic poured out from her body, cascading down from the entire sky.
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