The attack had co from who knows where, Hyperion couldn’t even see where it was initiated.
Had she not used her Innate Magic to conceal herself first, she might have been caught just now.
But it was as if the opponent had anticipated her prediction.
The mist turned the entire Basic Layer into a prison, steadily shrinking towards her.
Teachers and students throughout the Botanical Garden classroom panicked.
The presence of the Great Demon Clan, with their near-kingly aura, sent shivers of ancestral fear through the Demon Race’s soul, as if they were being reminded of their powerful ancestors’ boundless strength.
The Great Demon Clan’s imposing pressure was the most primal dominion of those above, a testant to approaching the rank of Demon King.
In an instant, the previously tranquil Botanical Garden underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
The calm was devoured completely by the scalding black-purple haze, and cries of anguish pervaded the space, akin to being amidst Hell’s toxic vapors!
Other teachers and students, even if they wanted to run, dared not, for they couldn’t defy the Great Demon Clan.
Even if it was the Great Demon Clan’s death decree.
A premonition of ga over, like invisible claws, clutched tightly at Hyperion’s heart.
An icy chill climbed up her spine, reaching her throat.
Each breath she took beca incredibly heavy.
She saw it—
"My Princess, you have given quite a search."
With that haunting voice, a shadow slowly approached from a distant doorway, its outline becoming ever clearer, radiating chilling malice.
At the sa ti,
Hyperion felt her limbs stiffen, movent sluggish, bound by so invisible magic.
The Blasphemy Lord had not hesitated to use full-range Poison Magic to trap her.
And while this damage might make the Princess sowhat uncomfortable, it wouldn’t hurt her.
But the other teachers and students weren’t as strong as the Sixth-order Hyperion; they continued to wail within the purple mist.
This once-idyllic haven for rest and enjoynt had fallen into an Asura Field filled with poison and fear.
The dark Scorpion Tail figure stopped within the Botanical Garden.
Even without sight or sensing of Hyperion, Blasphemous Lord logast wore a confidently assured expression.
Like a predator locking onto its prey, he emitted an aura of cold, rciless intent.
"Princess, you can withstand the poison fog, but guess how long that little cat can last?"
Blasphemous Lord logast, with chaotic and aggressive eyes, mockingly addressed the air.
She didn’t want to attack indiscriminately and destroy, lest she accidentally kill the Princess.
"…!"
Even though Hyperion’s form was hidden, the classroom’s exit was blocked tightly by Sir logast, extinguishing her last glimr of hope for escape.
She felt the little grey cat in her embrace growing weaker.
Tamisha had wisely held her breath, yet the poison was still a significant threat to her.
"Show yourself, and I will dispel the Poison Magic."
Sir logast’s tone was warm, with an undercurrent of impatience, as if reluctant to take it this far with the Princess,
"Know that I don’t want to kill the little grey cat left behind by Calila."
She’d rather resolve the matter with affection between herself and the Princess.
"…"
Hyperion, while stroking the little grey cat inside her robe, weighed her options.
Every second of delay was precious!
Even so, she couldn’t be sure how long Tamisha would last.
"Princess, make yourself known and I might be gentler with you later."
Blasphemous Lord logast casually swung his Scorpion Tail,
"No one can save you."
She called out with certainty towards the void.
"…"
Hyperion gritted her teeth, constantly observing the Ti, striving to control her body, trying to keep balance.
She felt Tamisha growing weaker by the second, but it showed no sign of fear.
Its strong deanor seed to tell Hyperion not to mind it and not to let Blasphemous Lord logast have her way.
Hyperion invisibly shook her head.
If she couldn’t protect Tamisha, this Shadow World would likely end in failure.
She could only deal and parley with Blasphemous Lord logast.
"Dispel the poison fog, I surrender."
Hyperion revealed herself, raising her hands toward Sir logast.
"That’s more like it."
Sir logast tapped her fingers with satisfaction, and the chaos of the Botanical Garden cleared of purple mist in an instant.
Hyperion quickly released the little grey cat from within her clothes, letting it pop its head out for so fresh air.
The little grey cat looked at Hyperion with complex eyes.
It didn’t understand why the Princess was so foolish.
It was okay if it died.
After Calila left, it felt ready to find Calila at any ti, along with its own mother and father.
It then glared resentfully at the Scorpion Tail Great Demon Clan figure in the distance.
"Co here, child, let Auntie hug you."
Blasphemous Lord logast opened her arms towards Hyperion, with a contented expression.
She didn’t seem to want to bla Hyperion, just wished for Hyperion to happily run into her embrace.
But her restless, flickering Scorpion Tail gave away the potential for a change of face after she enveloped Hyperion.
"You are not my auntie; in the Demon World, having Calila Mama is enough for ."
Hyperion stated resolutely.
She would never go over.
She wanted to enrage Sir logast, to make her attack and move away from the direction of the exit.
While dangerous, with only a mont’s chance, to beco concealed, passing by Sir logast’s side, and running faster than her into the corridor.
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