"Magic Tools, likely of level 3 standard."
The powerful Abyssal Plane naturally has its own weapon-making system.
However, demons generally possess strong bodies or talents, and it is rare to see them using Magic Tools.
"If we could collect so Magic Tools for research, that would be good... And we could also equip the Mind Flayers and succubi with them."
Within the Dragon Ruins Mysterious Realm.
Those who entered began to slowly explore the Catacombs, delving deeper.
But since there were few keyholders, the probability of encountering others was not high as of now.
...
On the Holy Infant’s side.
He ford a team with Alexandra and others;
though they hadn’t made any major finds yet, they had collected so herbs.
And because they explored early, he went deeper than his main body.
The responsibility of the Rust Dragon Wizard this ti was mainly to protect Alexandra under the orders of the Lava Dragon.
Therefore, he had not taken action unless they encountered a level 6 existence.
The three youngsters combined could now sweep through the shallow layers of the Catacombs.
Ti flew by.
A day passed.
Triss had co to the middle layers of the Catacombs, within a devil’s den that spanned a hundred miles.
Gazing at the black Dragon Abomination skeleton on the ground that stretched for hundreds of ters, she muttered to herself:
"Where a Dragon Abomination falls, the chances of Demon Dragon Grass being born are higher."
Her spiritual force swept forth, keenly perceiving.
Indeed, several miles ahead, under the skull of the black dragon bones, was a small black herb.
Next to the herb was a figure.
The figure was burly, with the appearance of a burly man, dragon wings sprouting from his back;
it was Six-Ard Gedwin.
Seeing Triss approaching, his expression changed.
"Sixth Circle Perfection?"
Without hesitation, he raised the Flash Greatsword, and a sweep of dazzling Holy Light enveloped the scene.
Within the whole Catacombs, demonic aura, dragon bones, and demonic creatures all began to dissolve.
At the sa ti, both vision and other senses were obscured by this intense light.
Triss didn’t hesitate, her Black Silk Scarf flew up, transforming into a black river radiating an Anomaly, which encircled her while rolling toward the burly man.
The burly man’s wailing spirits arose, his wings flapped creating a tempest, opposing the scarf.
With a loud bang,
he was sent flying.
But he was not alard, rather elated;
his figure shot straight into a fissure nearby.
"Woman, you didn’t expect this, did you? This is my escape route."
He was naturally no match for Triss, but relying on his familiarity with the terrain of the Catacombs and the Flash Greatsword, he managed to escape successfully.
Triss’s scarf extended continuously but ultimately couldn’t catch the burly man.
She frowned, the scarf returning to rest on her fair shoulders. Her figure flickered, appearing at the mouth of the fissure only to see that on the other side, there were no less than seven or eight exits.
"To avoid my pursuit, you didn’t even mark your way... never mind, there should be more than one Demon Dragon Grass here."
Triss, in her cultivation journey, had always stood out for her laissez-faire attitude.
On the other side.
The burly man, having obtained the Demon Dragon Grass, was in high spirits.
"I’m glad I was prepared and familiar with this place, otherwise that woman would have left there."
Now, his back was all cold sweat;
that had been too close.
Such was the charm of the Dragon Ruins Mysterious Realm;
one never knew what might happen next.
...
The next day.
Holy Infant and his companions delved deeper, reaching a dium-sized Catacomb.
This Catacomb spanned hundreds of miles, filled entirely with Magma.
The fiery atmosphere made Elsie feel sowhat uncomfortable.
Rust Dragon Wizard’s expression was solemn:
"Be careful, this place gives a bad feeling."
Holy Infant and the others imdiately beca alert. Could there be a level 6 existence here?
From within the Magma suddenly erged a group of creatures resembling fiery bats, their semi-transparent bodies radiating the power of the fire elent.
"Fire Elental Spirits?"
A thought struck Holy Infant.
Among these Fire Elental Spirits, there was no lack of level 5 existences.
However, compared to the Phoenix, these Fire Elents were filled with brutal and chaotic demonic aura, clearly having beco demonic creatures.
Alexandra said:
"Prepare for battle."
In an instant.
Elsie’s secret ice sword spewed forth frost spells, barraging violently, causing many fire elents to fall.
Holy Infant, on the other hand, struck down with Fire Dragon Tribulation.
Although he lacked attribute advantage, his realm’s overwhelming pressure allowed for the annihilation of a level 5 fire elent with each strike.
Seeing Master Fire Dragon slaughtering fire elents faster than herself, Elsie had beco numb.
Her strength still lagged at least a full Fifth Circle Perfection behind that of the Master... Why is there such a vast gap between people?
Before long,
All the demonic-transford Fire Elents in the magma were slain.
Holy Infant flew above the magma, retrieving one by one the crystal cores infused with demonic aura, totaling nine.
Holy Infant laughed:
"How about three for each of us?"
Alexandra smiled:
"I don’t need mine. Master, you take them. I don’t know how to Refine Weapons, and besides, getting rid of the demonic aura would be troubleso."
Elsie also smiled:
"I don’t want it either, thanks to your rescue."
Holy Infant laughed heartily:
"Then, I won’t be squeamish. Thank you both."
He planned to process these crystal cores for his loyal companion Phoenix.
Phoenix had been hard at work for centuries, still stuck at the fifth-circle without progress for a hundred years.
These crystal cores could make a nice compensation.
Among them were level 5 and even peak level 5 cores;
if Phoenix refined all of them, advancing to the Mid Stage of level 5 would be easy, and breaking into the Late Stage was also possible.
As Holy Infant turned to leave.
Suddenly, a mighty force burst from the deep of the Lava Sea.
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