Fao stared blankly at the mist in the distance, which was now utterly calm, and blinked rapidly, muttering, "This... what on earth is going on?"

This can't be right, can it?

The Paladin, who was prepared to sacrifice but failed, was still confused, and his companions were even more anxious than he was.

"Never mind what's going on, just stop quickly!"

The two Martial Monks rushed up from the left and right, grabbing his arm directly and supporting him firmly.

At this moment, the Paladin's legs, which had managed to stand firm, suddenly lost their last strength and went limp, relying on the support of the Monks to avoid collapsing to the ground.

Simultaneously, two Healing Divine Skills impatiently descended upon him.

A white glow enveloped the Paladin's body, nurturing his weary, parched frame, dispelling his weakness, and brought a hint of color back to his pallid, hollow cheeks.

As time passed, the Paladin's initially frail body gradually stabilized, and the grip on his sword loosened.

The glow on the blade slowly faded, re-absorbing into his body, bringing a bit of rosy color to his face.

Seeing that the Paladin was finally out of danger, the Nuns, with their nerves long on edge, began to relax.

Next, an expression of anger appeared on the elder sister's face, and she couldn't help but begin to reprimand:

"Do you know what you were doing just now? That was utterly reckless behavior!"

"Do you think you're a hero? Do you think sacrificing yourself without a thought makes you a hero!!?"

The Nun's voice was small, but full of seriousness and reproach.

"Do you think that by relying on your own strength, praying for power so immense that it could consume you regardless of the cost can solve all problems?"

"Did you ever consider what would happen if it didn't respond to you in time, or if that power exceeded your limits?"

"Not only would you lose your life in vain, but you would also plunge us into an even more desperate situation!"

If Fao could eliminate the High-Tier Ghost Wolf and successfully drive the remaining pack away, that would be the best outcome.

But what if he couldn't?

If he perished, it would also thoroughly provoke the already frenzied Demons.

Escape?

Could we really escape?

Hard to say.

The Nun clenched her fist tightly, glaring at the Paladin, who seemed a bit dazed, and with a resentful voice, said:

"We are a team. Every member's life is incredibly precious. Your life doesn't just belong to you; it concerns the safety of the entire team!"

"I can't stand you self-proclaimed smart Paladins! All you know is..."

"Sister! Stop it!"

The elder sister still wanted to say more, but was finally stopped by her sister who had come to her senses.

"Well, although Fao was indeed wrong, it was ultimately to save everyone's lives. There's no need to be so harsh, right..."

Waro also scratched his bald head awkwardly, softly agreeing, "I think so too. He should indeed be called out, but he doesn't deserve such harsh scolding."

This really isn't a crime worth death!

"No, I think she's right. He does deserve a scolding."

Waro froze, then angrily said, "Zar, shut up! What are you saying!!?"

We were just about to calm things down, and yet you're stirring things up?

But the moment he uttered those words, he was stunned.

How could Zar, who was in Silent Meditation, speak?

Furthermore, even if it was him, it didn't sound like his voice!

He turned his head to see Zar gesturing vigorously towards him, almost to the point of creating afterimages.

But who else was there besides him?

Who was speaking?

"Who is it!!?"

"Haha, guess who I am?"

The group, realizing something was wrong, looked in the direction the voice came from—the mist!

As they all stared at that direction, a blood-red figure slowly emerged from the enshrouding fog.

The figure seemed summoned from the dark Abyss, radiating a chilling aura that made one's skin crawl.

Thick blood smothered every inch of his skin, his hair… was unrecognizable.

The stench of blood was so intense it was nearly tangible, the pungent smell spreading like a tidal wave.

With the mist no longer veiling him, the dense scent of blood permeated the air, instantly setting off alarm bells in everyone's minds!

Their once relaxed nerves tensed again under this immense pressure.

Murderous intent.

The aura of malice that exuded from the figure was suffocating.

Like another mass of black mist swirling around him, slowly twisting and churning, as if wanting to consume all life around him.

The intimidating threat felt like a heavy mountain, pressing down on them to the point of suffocation.

Who is this person!!?

The answer was unknown, but judging by the situation... This was undoubtedly a formidable entity from the Evil Domain!

"Back off!!!"

Waro shouted, positioning himself in front of everyone, glaring at the figure, eyes locked on the target, loudly warning, "Don't come any closer!"

He absolutely cannot get any closer!

The visible blood-red figure seemed to heed the Monk's warning as much as one might a whisper in the wind; he continued his heavy, unwavering steps forward.

With each step he took forward, the thick stench of blood and the oppressive aura intensified, sweeping over the party.

The blood-red figure's stride seemed slow, yet each step carried an intangible sense of oppression, as if treading directly on their hearts.

Thump, thump!

As he stepped forward, he began to speak slowly, his voice not hoarse, but imbued with an eerie and twisted tone under his guise.

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