"Humans! You cannot leave here!" the Abyss Demon laughed, his voice like thunder exploding in one's ear. "Your fate was sealed the moment you entered the blood battle! You dared to deceive the Devil Duke, such a crime will face judgment! Exile, eternal exile!"

"Banaya! So you are Piffed!" Lynch's body emitted a cracking sound amidst the immense suction, with muscles starting to tear. He channeled the power of the Magic Origin into his body, desperately trying to repair his physical form. However, such powerful energy couldn't heal the mental damage, and the constant cycle of healing and injury was driving him to the brink of unconsciousness. "Yes! With the help of the Teleportation Gate, you can indeed appear back and forth! But you still cannot break the oath with me! Vow!"

"I did not break it," Banaya laughed loudly. "I told the person who knew the answer, and he will tell you the way to return to your world through the Curse Bone Gate. However, you will have no hope of returning to this bone gate!"

"If this is your trap, then I can only say that I am powerless against it." Blood began to trickle from Lynch's mouth, the frenzied Teleportation Gate trapping him between two worlds, and his heart's blood couldn't reach his brain. The Mage's face turned pale, and his muscles twitched uncontrollably. His voice was faint, seeming insignificant amid the wild wind. Yet every word was imprinted on the Abyss Demon's heart.

"Pray, pray that I won't come back. I will return to claim everything that is mine, and your life!"

A blinding flash passed, and the Teleportation Gate returned to tranquility. The light in the skeleton's eyes vanished, leaving only a hollow darkness. The gale, the shrieks, and the mournful wails disappeared without a trace, as if nothing had ever happened.

Only the Powerful Wand swayed on its own, silently embedded in the ground in front of the Curse Bone Gate.

The Desire Demon, Eryies, lay on the ground; if not for the last moment's intuition, she would have been pulverized by the Abyss Demon. She only felt the warmth of life gradually leaving her body, soon facing the final moment. Her vision was stained red with blood, though it was not much different from the color of Bator Hell itself.

The Duke Banaya looked at the chaos around him, initially wanting to celebrate, as he had successfully gotten rid of the annoying Mage. But from his heart filled with hatred, not a bit of joy or delight could be drawn. His body felt empty, with nothing left in the twisted void.

He was somewhat annoyed, 'It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this!' He walked towards the Teleportation Gate, intending to pull out the annoying long stick. 'Anyone wishing to teleport today shall pay tenfold!' He was extremely resentful in his heart, but also quickly found a way to console himself.

The top of the Powerful Wand suddenly erupted with a flash of light, like the sun descending upon Bator Hell. The Bronze Fortress was instantly filled with such brilliance, and the devils covered their eyes, wailing in agony. A fire different from the hell's heat burned their skin, deeply stinging even the Abyss Demon who could walk in magma.

Lynch left a curse at the last moment; the Powerful Wand would continually pour energy into the Necroman Magic Pearl, allowing the Divine Artifact to work autonomously. The unrestrained undead swarmed out, quickly filling the surrounding space. Even the devils' flesh, that accursed flesh as well, ignited the undead's flames of hatred. They madly tore at anything warm, ripping souls from the deepest of the shells. For a moment, the unprepared devils were slaughtered by the suddenly arriving undead, and after falling, they were swiftly controlled by the Necroman Magic Pearl, becoming a new army.

The Duke Banaya, seeing the situation was dire, rushed into the Teleportation Gate in an instant, fleeing at the fastest speed. But the place he headed to was the blood battle field of the Grey Ruins, empty but with one inexhaustible thing——corpses, corpses of devils and demons.

Even though this somewhat exceeded its own limits, the Necroman Magic Pearl still searched through the Teleportation Gate for heaps of undead monsters. After all, since its creation, it had been a synonym for terror and dread, with evil and despicable being its descriptors. Long tainted by the undead, it also bore a hatred for all living things. Now, at last, was the time to show its power.

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