After leaving the team, the adventurer ladies regretted it deeply Chapter 814 - 562, In the Demon King Hall, the Hero learns e

Lin Da followed the main city gate and made his way into the palace interior.

The inside was paved with deep green tiles, the walls illuminated by blue candlelight, casting a dim and eerie glow.

The vast palace was completely devoid of people.

His footsteps echoed throughout the hall, cold and unsettling.

Lin Da gripped the Sword of Brave tightly, advancing cautiously.

At the end of the palace stood a black throne.

A crimson carpet stretched straight from the grand door to the throne.

Stopping ten ters away, Lin Da shouted, "Demon King, co out and face your end!"

Co out and face your end...

Face your end...

End...

The echoes layered upon themselves, like the cries of a bird eternally trapped in a labyrinth.

Squeak~ creak~

What was that sound?

Lin Da turned his head.

The black doors of the palace quietly shut, one by one releasing Magic Runes.

It was unmistakably so sort of barrier.

"Super Magic Heart Slash!"

The light of the blade slashed forward.

Boom!

The thunder was loud, but the rain was scarce.

The palace doors remained completely unscathed.

Lin Da frowned deeply.

Even with the Destruction Law-enhanced Super Magic Heart Slash dealing 99% true damage, how could it fail to break this barrier?

Even if the Demon King were level 99, this barrier should have been torn open by his strike.

The look in Tina’s eyes before her death flashed through his mind.

Like a wife seeing her husband off to war, knowing this departure was certain death. Even after Lin Da killed her, her expression held no hatred—rely a mournful lant toward destiny.

If Tina had been a Witch, Lin Da might have considered giving her a chance at redemption, as Witches’ minds were controlled by the Demon King. But Tina was different from Lady Bai Mian, Lin Xi, and the New Moon Knight. She acted entirely of her own will.

Lin Da’s eyelid twitched. Seeing the Sword of Brave and the Law from the Ti Giant Dragon, the defeated Tina—her dying expression still seed unable to believe that Lin Da could defeat the Demon King.

This understanding of the Demon King’s power ca entirely from Tina herself, not from the abnormal reverence that witches held for him.

He was already this strong.

And yet Tina still thought he wasn’t a match for the Demon King?

A faint sense of foreboding grew in his heart.

Lin Da clenched his teeth, steeled his resolve, and heightened his vigilance.

He scanned the Demon King Hall, extending his Magic Power to sense his surroundings.

Where was the enemy?

He searched thoroughly but found nothing.

The unease in his heart escalated.

It felt as though a cold, invisible hand was slowly clutching his heart.

The air in the Demon King Hall had shifted.

A strong, pungent sulfur sll filled his nostrils, Magic Elents bubbled up relentlessly, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

A bead of cold sweat slid from Lin Da’s forehead.

Clap, clap.

Suddenly.

Clear applause rang out.

In the empty Demon King Hall, the sound was jarring and nerve-wracking.

Lin Da’s scalp tingled.

Even now, his Magic Power could not sense the enemy’s location!

The space ahead began to ripple.

It was as though raindrops were falling into a lake, sending out spreading ripples.

The ripples expanded, opening up a spatial channel.

A towering figure clad in a green gown stepped out, smiling.

Lin Da’s mind went blank.

He raised his head and gazed at the divinely beautiful woman with floor-length erald green hair.

"Lady Goddess?"

The figure before Lin Da was none other than the World Tree Goddess, Tricia!

What was going on?

Wasn’t Tricia incapable of interfering in the battles between adventurers and demons?

The Demon King Hall was empty.

Where had the Demon King gone?

Could it be that Tricia had already annihilated him ahead of ti?

Lin Da was filled with questions.

Tricia smiled sweetly at him, her gentle expression unchanged from their first encounter.

"Lord Brave, you have done so well. Because of your efforts, the world has been saved."

Tricia’s voice carried the warmth of spring.

"But I haven’t defeated the Demon King yet."

Lin Da said solemnly, "Lady Goddess, what is going on? Where is the Demon King? Why have you descended here? How much have you concealed from ?"

"Lord Brave, I have not deceived you."

Tricia said, "Allow to show you the truth about the ’Demon King’."

She extended her left hand forward, palm open, where a fresh World Tree Leaf appeared.

With a gentle blow, the leaf floated toward Lin Da.

In mid-air, the leaf transford into a soft green light, entering Lin Da’s eyes.

A refreshing clarity surged through his body.

Lin Da’s vision shifted.

He saw the various Magic Elents flowing within the space.

Golden points of light were [Light Elents], brown was [Earth Elents], black was [Dark Elents]... colorful energies filled the space.

Though he could use his own power to sense them, his perception had always been abstract, akin to touching an elephant blindfolded.

Never before had the world of Magic Elents been so vivid to Lin Da’s eyes.

But this was not what Tricia wanted him to see.

Soon, Lin Da noticed.

The space was riddled with black cracks everywhere!

What were these?

Shock gripped his heart.

The world he occupied seed like a massive transparent mirror, and this mirror was covered in countless, dense black fractures.

Erald green Magic Power endlessly worked to nd the fissures, resembling "centipede marks" left behind by healed wounds.

These cracks were omnipresent—ninety percent of them had been repaired by the green Magic Power.

The remaining ten percent were slowly expanding outward.

Lin Da’s expression shifted dramatically, "These are... spatial fractures?"

"Correct."

Tricia’s face showed sorrow as she said, "They have existed for tens of thousands of years. Since you’ve been to the Sanctuary and t the Ti Giant Dragon, you should understand my aning.

The great divine battle between and him caused vast collapses in space, untold devastation, and the extinction of countless species.

If not for my Magic Power constantly nding the spatial fractures, both the Mystic Continent and the Devil’s Continent would be lost to spatial turbulence, reduced to dust."