Sanders watched as Angels slipped into the darkness.

In an instant, Sanders only felt a crack in his fingers, and he jerked his head up, looking at the sky with a grim face.

Sanders suppressed his anger, and now the first thing to do is not to vent, but to probe Ingres's situation. Thinking of this, Sanders withdrew his gaze, his gloved hands leaping again, and the information he had perceived before was integrated into his mind one by one.

Although he could see that the path that Ingres chose before was the safest path at the moment, it was estimated that there was no better choice for him. However, that was only the safest choice at that moment, and the situation of Angels after that was unpredictable.

After a while, Sanders's mood was a little darker.

In that crisis, he was ready to even force his way in to retrieve Ingres' soul. But now his essence and blood are not gone, which also means that Ingres's situation is relatively stable.

It's just that when he contacts the essence blood now, it seems to be blocked by a layer of diaphragm...... You can sense it, but it's hard to communicate with it.

This situation is not like when Ingres followed Fafnir before, because Fafnir's energy level was too high, which affected the transmission of information. Instead, Ingres entered a natural shield to probe.

Sanders silently looked at the deep pit that Ingres fell into not far away, and now it was not a good time to break in, he thought for a while, and spent some strength, wrapped in a trace of probing nature, and slowly probed into the chaotic energy.

Sanders calculated accurately, and when this Dharma thought came to the deep pit, the energy that happened to be wrapped around was dissolved.

In just an instant, the probing mind was torn apart by the chaotic energy.

But it was at this moment that Sanders saw what was going on under the pit.

A pipe with an opening?

The material of the pipe made Sanders stunned, and he raised his head to look at the giant void tower in the distance that was covered by dust, the blue-gray stone wall was almost exactly the same as the material of the pipe in the deep pit.

It was now clear to him that Angel had fallen into the underground pipes of the Void Tower.

Even if the Void Tower's inscription hub was closed, its own material was also equipped with strong defensive measures, so he felt that there was a gap between him and the essence and blood.

Sanders pondered for a moment, but he didn't expect that their puppets before couldn't penetrate the Void Tower, but there was a hidden entrance here.

Although Sanders has no way of knowing what is going on in the underground pipes, his essence blood has not touched the bottom line of the defense, and there is no abnormal movement, from which it can be inferred that Angel is relatively safe.

Sanders breathed a sigh of relief, but he was also a little helpless. Now that Fafnir and Komodo are fighting more and more fiercely, they even have a trace of real fire, and now they have broken into the chaotic energy field, facing the attacks of two half-step legends.

So, Sanders couldn't get into it at this time.

In this powerless situation, Sanders could only take his eyes off Angel for a moment, and then he raised his head to look at the ice floes in the sky.

He hadn't forgotten the culprit that caused it all.

The strange energy that had destroyed the notes before, although it was packaged in a way that made it impossible to determine its attributes, Sanders could be sure that the strange energy must have come from above the ice floe.

On the ice floe, there are many people who have enmity with themselves, but only a few of them are so eager to do it.

Either it's the gravity forest, or it's the ...... behind the gravity forest. Song of the Deep!

Thinking of this, Sanders's eyes flashed with a cold aura.

......

On the other side, Ingres huddles in a shadowy underground pipe.

It's so quiet that you can't hear any noise from the outside world.

Angels was weak at this time, and he could feel blood dripping from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, not from trauma, but from the sequelae of previous brain overuse.

Although he didn't know where it was, thankfully, after all this time, his body still hadn't disintegrated, and he was sure that he had escaped from the chaotic energy field outside.

Angel curled up for a few moments before he had the strength to take a flask from his bracelet to relieve some of the pain.

When the glowing glow of the velvet potion was ingested, Angel could feel the tingling in his brain as it faded away. After all, it's not a big injury, and the good ones are fast.

It's just that after the pain disappeared, Angel ushered in a deep exhaustion, and a tiredness that he hadn't felt for a long time.

Although I really want to sleep, but now that the situation is not clear, I can't just sleep like this.

Angel pulled out a bottle of black-brown mixed viscous liquid from his bracelet, his expression a little hesitant, as if he was wondering whether to use it.

But feeling that his brain was getting more and more groggy, Angel still twisted the cap of the bottle with a disgusted expression.

In an instant, an indescribable smell came out of the bottle.

It is extremely smelly and very rich.

Even if it was just a small sip, the smell rushed straight from the nasal cavity to the upper brain. Suddenly, the previous tiredness was cleared, and the refreshing effect was more effective than the special stimulant.

But the sequelae is acid regurgitation in the stomach.

Resisting the urge to vomit, Ingres closed the cap and threw it back into the bracelet with lightning speed.

He then used the cleansing technique several times in a row, but even so, he still felt that the strong stench permeated his surroundings.

The stench might not be the worst Ingres had ever smelled, but it was definitely the most disgusting to him.

"Who would believe that this thing is actually the material of the fragrance!" Angel let out a long sigh and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

This thing is called black dolphin gland fluid, which is actually a body fluid secreted by some kind of deep-sea black dolphin after estrus, and because of the excretory pipe, it is also mixed with the excrement of this marine creature.

The smell of black guinea gland fluid is extremely smelly, but after countless times of dilution, supplemented with other materials, it can be made into a very high-quality sullomon fragrance.

The smell and the fragrance are just in the line.

Although Ingres knew that many of the raw materials for the fragrance stinked, he still couldn't imagine how the wizards who made the incense in the first place had discovered them. Also, those witches know what the ingredients are, but they can still spray them on their bodies as if nothing happened.

It's scary to think about.

Putting aside unnecessary thoughts, after such an edification of black dolphin gland fluid, at least Angel feels much clearer. Only then did he have time to think about the problem and look at his surroundings.

The first thing he focused on was the Ice Spell that sealed Toby, but fortunately, he had been protecting it with his magical hand before, and nothing unusual had happened.

Then Angels surveyed his surroundings.

The place where I am seems to be a dim narrow path. The ground is dry and the air is circulating, so it is not a dead end.

Ingres looked up at the only source of light—the entrance overhead.

Come to think of it, he had fallen from this entrance before.

There was a strange energy at this entrance, and this energy formed a chaotic gray film, and Ingres tried to observe this gray film, and he found that it was this gray film that blocked all the breath of the outside world, even the sound.

Angel didn't dare to probe out easily, he knew very well that there must be disordered energy outside, and now to probe it was death.

Moreover, Angels was not sure that the gray film at the entrance was safe. Many similar energy membranes are easy to enter and dangerous to go out, and maybe the same is true of this layer of gray membrane.

I don't know what's going on outside, but at least it's safe for now.

Angel tried to take out Sanders's essence blood again, trying to contact the outside, but the essence blood did not respond at all, and it is estimated that the gray membrane at the entrance also blocked the transmission of this signal.

Angel sighed, and could only put away the essence blood.

In the dim alleyway, Ingres could not go out for a while, and his mind began to run away.

Previously, because of the crisis, he had not thought about the source of the danger, but now that he had calmed down, Ingres recalled the source of all the previous causes of his danger—the strange energy from the sky.

It was this strange energy that shattered the notes from Sanders, and it was that he fell into danger.

Looking back now, there was no such coincidence in the world.

Just at the most critical moment, a piece of energy happened to fall from outside the sky, and it happened to hit the note......

It can be seen that this energy is definitely premeditated.

But who would want to kill him? It wouldn't be Fafnir.

With Fafnia's strength, if you want him to die, you don't need to plan like this at all.

Ingres was a little puzzled, so he simply put the question aside and thought about his current situation and what he should do next.

At the same time, Fafn, who had just been talked about by Ingres, took a few steps back after the fight with Komodo, and got a momentary gap.

In the intervening space, Fafnir felt as if he had forgotten something.

But before Fafnia could think deeply, Komodo on the opposite side did not rest at all and attacked again.

Fafnir looked up, only to see that Komodo's eyes had turned red, and he looked as if he had been beaten out of the fire.

But if you look closely, you will find that in Komodo's hideous expression, you can faintly see the shadows of Edsinos and Milotaurs.

In the face of the erupting flames, Fafnir also had to turn around to deal with it.

And the doubts that arose in my heart before were left behind at this moment......