However, there was one person it dared not touch. Even though the hunger of the undead was far from satiated, and fresh flesh was the closest, she bore the master's brand. That feeble person was as much a possession of the master as this Powerful Wand. The Undead Magic Bead observed for a moment, retracting the Hand of Death that had grasped her Life Fire, and focused its gaze on the devils' army stationed at this Bronze Fortress.

Eryies remained in a stupor, but she knew that she would not die again. She now needed time to recover her strength and quickly heal her wounds. Surrounding her, countless undead flew wildly, any one of which could snatch away her last breath with a mere gesture. However, as long as the Desire Demon recalled the mage's last words, she could rest easy with her eyes closed. As long as her beloved was not dead, this place was safe.

The entire Bronze Fortress was thrown into chaos, with the caught-off-guard devils suffering heavy losses, and this increase in casualties augmented the strength of the undead. It wasn't until Bel, the lord of the first layer of Bator Hell, was alarmed and personally led an army to the fourth circle of the Bronze Fortress, that the expansion of the undead finally slowed. However, this also led to a prolonged stalemate. The demons seized this opportunity to launch attacks on both the Grey Ruins and the Bronze Fortress, with massive deaths invisibly enhancing the power of the Undead Magic Bead.

Meanwhile, within the chaotic space tunnel, everything was a mess, but through Lynch's eyes, it was extraordinarily clear. He knew this was just a symptom of severe injuries. Before his blood could resume its normal flow throughout his body, his mortal eyes could see nothing, only the Eye of Insight remained functional. Without the fog of the mundane, he could observe everything around him more clearly.

This was a desolate land, with some shrubs growing sparsely like sores on the ground, but no trace of animals was found. The time seemed to be dusk, as a purple-red glow spread across the earth from behind the distant mountains. Lynch was now plummeting from between the clouds, the land growing larger in his sight.

With almost no blood flowing on his face, the numbing sensation made him unaware of the stinging wind sweeping across his cheeks. He softly recited a spell, trying his best to control his tongue to avoid any possible mistakes in the syllables.

When he gently landed on the ground, his body had mostly returned to normal. Besides having excessively used the Magic Origin to heal his body, with his muscles still not rid of extreme fatigue, he was once again the red-robed Great Mage.

"Damn it, where is this place?" Lynch used several Detection Magic spells, but still had no clue. It seemed that there was no information on this place in any records, and the spells could not detect any information either.

'Then there are only two possibilities.' Lynch attempted to open an Otherworldly Portal in front of him. 'If it's not some undocumented layer in the bottomless abyss, then I've fallen into some madman's private space—a half-plane!'

The Gate to the Otherworld spell trembled incessantly before him, and the entire field shifted! The twisted spatial gate constantly morphed into various colors, like an overturned paint can, or a harlequin mocking the mage's incompetence. The control of magic was no longer in Lynch's hands, even if he wanted to grasp the tail of the escaping spell, but the thorns above constantly caused his hand to bleed.

"Listen to my control!" Lynch shouted, "I am your master."

The light of the Gate to the Otherworld continued to accelerate, the magic power Lynch injected was continuously compressed, gathering incessantly towards the center, converging on a non-existent point in the void. Feeling the immense tremor transmitted through his fingertips, the mage hurriedly activated the Protective Magic on his body and flew backward at the fastest speed.

A colossal explosion emerged from non-existence, yet it spread forcefully all around. Rocks were pulverized into dust under the compression and then burned into vapor under intense heat; the earth cracked, lamenting as it extended outward in a spiderweb pattern; clouds at the horizon were blown away, revealing a strikingly clear orange sky.

Lynch struggled to sustain the protective field, yet he was still like a leaf tossed in a raging storm, unable to control his body at all. Intense pain spread through every muscle and bone, causing his body to convulse involuntarily, curling up into a ball.

Finally, after an indeterminate time of being thrown through the air, he stabilized his body among a pile of scattered rocks. Amidst the smoke, he stood up, staring in shock at his still-smoldering right hand, with skin nearly charred by the magical power.

"What the hell is this place?" he murmured to himself.

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