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Chapter 212 Chapter 211, The Magic of the Age of Gods Mastered by Wilme

"It's over————"

A profound sense of despair overwhelmed her at that moment.

The moment the head of the Royal Prison Dragon squeezed into the cave entrance, its scalding breath, carrying the smell of sulfur, rushed towards us, and the water droplets on the rock wall sizzled and evaporated under the high temperature.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Wilmae's heart pounded wildly, almost shattering his sternum.

The shadow of death was so real, and a wave of sorrow and resentment surged in like a tsunami, making my vision go black.

In a daze, Frilian's innocent face clearly appeared before Wilma's eyes.

What will happen to that child if I'm gone?

She has already lost her father; does she have to lose her mother at such a young and innocent age as well?

Do not!

A deeper fear gripped her—what if Frilline, in her search for her missing self, also ventured into this desolate place?

"Absolutely not—"

A power emanating from the depths of his bloodline suddenly dispelled some of the fear in Wilme's heart.

She bit her lower lip hard, the metallic taste filling her mouth, and the sharp pain pierced her chaotic thoughts, bringing her to her senses.

She began to struggle to adjust her almost stiff posture, as the magic that had been dormant within her for many years surged forth at an unprecedented speed.

The strength she had neglected to develop after getting married was now forcibly awakened and exploited by her will to survive and her love for her daughter, even surpassing her former peak!

Outside the cave, the earth-shaking footsteps stopped.

"Grind, grind, grind—" The terrifying sound of the Imperial Prison Dragon grinding its teeth was close at hand, and a foul stench wafted over.

Wilmès no longer hesitated.

She poured this boiling energy into a magic from the distant past, a magic that had almost never been used in actual combat!

Meanwhile, at the edge of the cliff.

A sandstorm suddenly arose, and the wind howled.

Gu Yuan ended his brief conversation with Frilian.

Faced with her mother's disappearance, Frillie simply stood there quietly, head slightly bowed, hands clutching the hem of her clothes, without crying or making a sound.

Gu Yuan's gaze lingered on her for a moment; this silent resilience was sometimes more striking than loud wailing.

"Without pinpointing Wilmès's location, the search is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

He calmly assessed the situation, "But since there's no definitive news of death, it means there's still a possibility of survival."

For him, agonizing over whether to save people first or deal with the demons first was meaningless.

When the force is sufficient to overwhelm, both can and should be carried out simultaneously.

Gu Yuan turned around and looked down at the ruins.

Frillie looked up, following his gaze, her lips barely moving, her voice so faint it was almost carried away by the wind: "Will Mother—be down there?"

"The probability exists, but it cannot be confirmed," Gu Yuan said softly.

He turned his head and instructed Alizee beside him, "Tell her about that demon. There's no need to keep it a secret anymore."

Alizee paused, a hint of reluctance and struggle flashing across her face.

She looked at Frilian's fragile yet resilient body, hesitated for a moment, and finally took a deep breath, walked up to the girl as instructed, squatted down, and explained the existence and danger of the "Thousand Worlds Demon" in the simplest possible language.

Frillie listened quietly without interrupting, but the faint light that had remained in her eyes gradually dimmed as Alizee spoke.

Ultimately, it all faded into a silent, gloomy silence.

As Alizee was narrating, Gu Yuan had already begun his operation.

His magical power surged like a tide, and in the next moment, an energy clone that was no different from his original body quietly solidified.

Without any communication, his clone was in perfect harmony with him, and like a sharp arrow tearing through the air, it sped toward the desolate core area of ​​the ruins!

This was both a reconnaissance of the rescue route and a reconnaissance mission against the target, the "Thousand Worlds Demon."

After all, with a seal that has lasted for two thousand years, no one knows whether this thing's abilities have undergone some kind of mutation.

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The clone moved with incredible speed, reaching the edge of the core area in the blink of an eye with a "buzz—"

A faint yet soul-stirring sound rang out!

Gu Yuan's brows furrowed suddenly!

He felt that the mental connection between himself and his clone was abruptly severed by an invisible, domineering force the moment the clone stepped into the core area!

Before the clone could even send back more information, it vanished like a bubble, and the magic returned to nothingness.

"Spatial isolation?" A cold glint flashed in Gu Yuan's eyes. "Just as I thought."

Although it was only for a moment, the last image transmitted back before the clone disappeared allowed him to capture crucial information.

It was a bizarre and chaotic area.

In that distorted scene, he seemed to glimpse a few traces left by human activity.

"The map." Gu Yuan held out his hand, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Alizee quickly ended the conversation, not daring to be negligent in the slightest, and promptly presented it with both hands.

At this moment, Frilian raised her head and looked at Gu Yuan. Her voice was soft, yet unusually clear, carrying a stubbornness beyond her years: "If Mother is inside, I—I want to go in with her!"

She didn't say much, but her eyes were filled with pleading and a determination not to wait alone.

Gu Yuan's gaze remained fixed on the scroll in his hand, his fingertips quickly tracing several lines, comparing them with the glimpse of the interior he had just seen.

"The situation inside is unclear; it's not a place you should venture into."

Frillie paused for a moment, then said softly, "I—I can help, I won't make things worse."

She didn't emphasize anything, but simply stated a fact, though that fact seemed so insignificant in the face of absolute danger.

Gu Yuan finally looked up from the map, his gaze lingering for a moment on her youthful yet determined face.

However, he did not respond to her request, but simply lowered his head again.

After a moment's thought, the markings on the map closely matched the areas of human traces that the clone had detected.

"The location has been determined."

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Gu Yuan made up his mind.

Without further delay, he quickly put away the map and took a small amount of water and high-energy food from the bag that Alizee handed him.

The next moment, under the watchful eyes of Frilian and Alizee, he took a step forward, his figure plummeting from the edge of the cliff like a meteor.

"Bang--!"

A deep, thunderous roar, like the beating of a drum, came from below, demonstrating its violent and powerful arrival. The resulting shockwave even caused the clothes of the two people on the cliff to flutter.

Immediately afterwards, his resolute voice, carried by the howling headwind, echoed back up the cliff: "Wait here."

These words were spoken to Frilian, and the tone left no room for argument.

"Don't let her do anything foolish."

The next sentence is an instruction to Alizee.

On the cliff, Frilian looked in the direction where Gu Yuan had disappeared, took a small step forward, and finally stopped.

She pursed her lips tightly, her small figure appearing particularly lonely against the backdrop of the vast ruins, yet carrying a sense of unwavering vigil.

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