Chapter 560: A Lucky Chance (1/2)

While searching the molten ground inside the vast rift, Leon furrowed his brows before spreading his divine sense.

However, all he found were a few broken parts of scorched corpses belonging to weaker blacksmiths like how charcoal would crack apart like chalk.

Duke Ignis was nowhere to be seen.

”With Duke Ignis's strength, his body shouldn't be among one of these scorched corpses,” Leon muttered with a frown.

He was not aware of what level his future father-in-law had reached in his cultivation, but he was confident that Duke Ignis was the strongest Fire Awakener within the group of blacksmiths.

It did not make sense for such a person to fall while 3-Star Ranked Awakeners survived, albeit with a single breath of life left in them.

”Hm? The molten lava is flowing into the tiny passageways, leading deeper into the subterranean world. Could Duke Ignis have been swept inside one of these passages?” Leon's frown deepened in thought.

At the same time, more Three-Legged Golden Crows and Blue Luans began falling out of the skies over time, crashing into the ground with heavy thuds.

Their robust bodies formed craters from the impact while their blood splattered out from their pre-existing wounds accumulated in battle.

Even in death, their slightly awakened bloodline did not stop affecting their surroundings as their blood either burned the already corroded battlefield or slowly froze the blackened soil in the region.

Back on the Great Wall, the blacksmiths quickly showed signs of recovering under the medicinal effect of Tier 2 All-Purpose Healings Pills.

Even so, the healing pills were limited in their degree of healing due to the range of damage inflicted on the blacksmiths' bodies.

They were pulled out from the jaws of death, but their fleshly bodies were scabbed all over, making them painfully sore and unable to move.

”This beautiful lady, will you be so kind as to escort us back to the Elder Tree so we can receive some treatment from the elves?” A blacksmith requested after he managed to open his eyes and spotted Duna seated on the edge of the wall.

Duna casually glanced back at the blacksmiths lying on the floor with blackened skin while pus oozed out from some cracks in between as new skin was formed underneath.

”Not interested.” Duna spat.

”You…” The blacksmith was triggered by Duna's heartless response. However, he quickly restrained his anger before formally said, ”I am a Baron of this empire. If you take me to seek the elves' treatment, I will reward you handsomely. Otherwise…”

”Otherwise, what?” Duna immediately narrowed her eyes coldly with a dangerous glint. Her malevolent aura surged outwards before she questioned the blacksmith, ”Are you going to threaten me?”

”You… you're not human!” The blacksmith's face was quickly drained of blood under Duna's intimidation.

At the same time, the other wounded blacksmiths were also alarmed. However, they kept their silence for fear of getting implicated.

”That's right. I'm a ghost, and a devil. If you want to ask a favor from a devil, you have to pay the price!” Duna stated menacingly.

The blacksmith shivered slightly before asking, ”May I ask what sort of price that is?”