Before the entrance to the rift, countless Shadowkin warriors continued to pour forth without end.
Avelia hovered in midair, silently looking down over everything below.
Then, in the very next moment, Avelia suddenly whipped her head toward the distance.
An incomparably familiar figure appeared before her eyes.
A look of instant dread surfaced in her gaze, and she retreated several steps in succession.
"Wh-what... what is going on?!"
"Carodion? You... weren't you dead?"
Avelia stared at Carodion in utter shock.
That unique divine aura belonging only to a legendary-grade powerhouse, along with the terrifying holy power surging from his body, proved beyond doubt that this was the Watcher who guarded this place—Carodion.
"What kind of joke is this? That's impossible!!!"
Avelia's pupils contracted sharply.
"That's impossible!"
She could accept Daniel escaping, because in her eyes he was nothing more than a weak and insignificant insect.
