Just a moment before the flying vessel was about to plunge into the mist.
Several crystal bottles filled with dark golden liquid were tossed in front of Lin Gui and Eve by Morpheus.
Lin Gui caught one and looked at it, appearing somewhat surprised.
“The ‘Iron Elixir’ to resist mental pollution?”
“The kind circulating in the City of Bounty.”
Morpheus nodded.
“It’s provided by us.”
“However, what we sold to them is a diluted, inferior version; the efficacy is much worse.”
Lin Gui gripped the cold medicine bottle, feeling even more puzzled.
“You... provide them with the medicine to enter the Wall?”
“Why?”
Morpheus answered very frankly:
“To make money.”
“Within Avalon, money isn’t used for transactions.”
“But we are too small, and our land is barren in resources.”
“Many essentials, such as ingredients for High Rank elixirs, rare crop seeds, and special metals... all have to be bought from the outside.”
“In the past, these procurements were primarily handled by Hannah and Roger.”
“But they...”
His voice sank slightly.
“They’ve been out of touch for over a month.”
Lin Gui passed the medicine bottle to Eve and said casually:
“Before I entered Avalon, I saw them in Blackwater City.”
“What?!”
Before his voice had even faded, the atmosphere on the flying vessel changed abruptly.
Morpheus leaned forward, pressing for details.
“Where are they? How is their situation?”
Kilian and Ruger, who were bound to the sides, also immediately cast eager gazes toward him.
Lin Gui did not hide anything and briefly recounted the encounter outside the Blackwater Cathedral.
Roger and Hannah were tracking the Demon Hunter Cass, trying to find clues about Gusion.
After hearing this, the few people who had just been excited fell into silence.
“Cass... so it really was that Demon Hunter Cass.”
Hugh’s voice came from the side, carrying a chill.
“Sigh,” Ruger sighed, “I didn’t expect him to actually catch up with Lord Gusion.”
“I remember in the past, Lord Gusion saved him secretly more times than I can count... Could Lord Gusion’s departure this time be because of...”
“No,” Morpheus shook his head and interrupted him, “Lord Gusion’s departure this time wasn’t because of Cass.”
“He went to deal with the Alli...”
“Ahem!”
Kilian coughed violently, interrupting Morpheus’s words.
Morpheus also realized his slip of the tongue and immediately shut his mouth.
But the word “Alliance” had already clearly entered Lin Gui’s ears.
Alliance?
Lin Gui’s heart stirred, and he immediately associated it with the proposal that was about to be voted on at the end of the year.
The proposal regarding officially designating half-demons as “evil races” and conducting a comprehensive purge.
Thoughts raced through his mind.
Could it be... that in order to expel or even eliminate half-demons, the Alliance was planning an expedition against Avalon?
But that didn't make sense.
Setting aside the vast distance for a moment.
The terrors of the Wall of Sighs and the Wailing Corridor alone were enough to bury any great army.
Even if the Alliance’s strongest Black Dragon Army came, they would likely be completely wiped out.
In terms of the number of Title Rank experts, the Black Dragon Army was slightly superior to the Wailing Corridor.
But the ones here were all spectral demons, truly invincible demons.
Within the Alliance, research on souls had stopped at Transcendent Rank soul magic.
To truly attack those invisible demons.
Aside from catching the brief moment when their shadows were revealed during an attack.
Only soul magic could be effective.
And for an Epic spectral demon, Transcendent Rank magic was hardly even a tickle.
While thinking, Lin Gui’s gaze locked onto the mist ahead.
Grey light flowed in his eyes as he quietly activated his Eyes of the Netherworld.
The vision shifted abruptly.
The greyish-white mist faded, and countless twisted, squirming spectral soul masses emerged.
Their forms were varied, emitting icy fluctuations that made one’s heart shudder.
Several particularly massive, dark red outlines, resembling small mountains, moved slowly in the distance.
Those were the spectral projections of Epic demons.
Seemingly sensing this penetrating “stare.”
Several of those outlines paused for a moment.
Their “gazes” swept toward this direction in a vague, ethereal manner.
Fortunately.
Perhaps because the pursuit a few days ago hadn’t truly enraged them.
Or perhaps because Lin Gui’s soul “flavor” was simply too “weak.”
Those terrifying “gazes” did not linger.
They soon moved away.
But the trouble was not over.
The Legendary experts tied to the exterior of the flying vessel were now, in the vision of the Eyes of the Netherworld.
Like three blazing bonfires!
They were dazzling to the point of being eye-searing against the dim, dead soul background.
For spectral demons, this was an irresistible “delicacy.”
Several nearby High-tier Legendary spectral demons began to grow restless.
Their invisible bodies condensed and churned within the mist.
Revealing hideous outlines, they slowly “floated” toward the flying vessel.
And deeper in.
That familiar domain coiled with countless crimson thorn-like soul threads—the territory belonging to Blood-Thorn.
Now, it actually began to shrink inward.
Blood-Thorn, that Low-tier Epic “gatekeeper,” seemed to have sensed this subtle change in the situation.
She... actively retreated.
She was strong, strong enough to wipe out the Carter Royal Capital single-handedly.
But compared to those true “Apex” entities in the depths of the corridor, she appeared isolated and weak.
And those Apex beings also began to watch the movements of Lin Gui’s small vessel.
Either because of Lin Gui’s eyes.
Or because of the three Legends tied to the flying vessel.
The energy fluctuations they emitted had attracted their attention.
In short, those few had seen him, and they had developed a heavy interest in him.
They began to move their massive, ethereal bodies, floating toward Lin Gui.
Blood-Thorn sensed their intentions, and thus, she chose to yield.
Silently, she surrendered her own territory.
Lin Gui did not move.
The flying vessel hovered at the edge of the mist, quiet to an eerie degree.
This unusual stalemate caused doubt to rise in the hearts of Morpheus and the others.
Morpheus thought Lin Gui did not recognize the route marked by the Demon King Pillar.
He was just about to speak a reminder.
“Shh.”
Lin Gui raised a finger, keeping his voice extremely low.
“Quiet.”
“Grip the handrails firmly.”
Hearing this, Eve, who was behind him, tightened her arms even more.
Lin Gui’s eyes half-closed. He took a deep breath and said as if talking to himself:
“In a moment...”
“I will use a speed that exceeds the limits of a High-tier Epic assassin to dash through in a straight line.”
“Don't resist, and don't move.”
“If you don't want to die...”
He suddenly opened his eyes, and the grey light within them blazed brilliantly.
“Then grip tightly!”
“Let's cross the Wailing Corridor!!”
Before his voice had even fallen.
His right hand slapped down heavily onto a bright red rune on the control panel.
【Wind Pressure Cannon: Activated】.
“Buzz————————!!!!”
Ruger and the others, who were tied to the outside, didn't even have time to cry out in alarm.
The sound was instantly drowned out by the noise of the Wind Pressure Cannon activating!
An unimaginable, violent thrust erupted from the rear of the flying vessel!
It wasn't just sound.
It was a terrifying shockwave formed by air being extremely compressed and instantly exploding!
The piercing whistle tore through the silence of the mist.
The space in front of the flying vessel seemed to be distorted.
In the next instant.
The entire flying vessel, along with everyone tied to it.
Turned into an out-of-control flying sword.
With an almost brute-force posture.
It plunged straight into the dense greyish-white mist of the Wailing Corridor!
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