It took a long time to kill Yang Yifei and Flavi to the central area of ​​the third floor of the prison, which is also the source of the appearance of the demons.

Looking at the insect sect in front of him that was exactly the same as Andalier's place, Yang Yifei smiled.

This is the fourth mission in Act 2, but in the real world, he doesn't have to follow the steps of the mission at all.

The previous tasks can be completed after the training of the Sandstorm Mercenaries and the Royal Knights are over, and they can be sent to complete them. You only need to go straight to the Warlock Canyon.

In this way, he can spend the time he saves to practice and improve his strength as much as possible.

"Master, how could there be a gate of hell here? If there is a gate of hell here, why didn't the previous jailer discover it?"

Yang Yifei said: "It should have been done by Diablo, and this is not the Gate of Hell, and the magic fluctuations are wrong."

Flavi looked at him in surprise, "It's not the gate of hell? What is that?"

Yang Yifei said affirmatively: "If I guess correctly, this should be the passage to the Warlock Canyon. No wonder no one has found Warlock Canyon in a thousand years. The Heradik clan is indeed a genius."

"You mean..." Flavi looked at the insect sect with his eyes shining.

Yang Yifei smiled and said, "Yes, Ta Lasha's treasure is ours, let's go!"

The tracker was the first to enter the insect sect, with Yang Yifei and Flavi following closely behind.

When they passed through the insect sect, Flavi couldn't help but be stunned and murmured: "This place... is so beautiful."

What appeared in front of them was a starry sky, with stars above their heads, which seemed to be able to reach with your hands, but in fact they were unattainable.

The entire space is filled with nothingness, shining with endless galaxies, like dreams and illusions, and beautiful.

The stone-made passages and platforms are suspended in the galaxy out of thin air, without moving or shaking.

"This is the strength of the Heradik clan. With the power of magic, he has opened up an alien space, bypassing the Desert of Death, and directly leading to the Warlock Canyon."

Yang Yifei explained a few words, walked to the edge of the insect gate platform, stretched out his feet, and there was no sign of falling down, because there was no gravity below, just like the feeling when he held a gravity-free meteorite in his hand.

This is a gravity-free space, and only the stone platforms and passages standing under their feet have gravity.

If an ordinary professional is knocked out of the platform or channel, if there is no means of flying, he will never think of returning to the platform. He can only float in the void forever and starve to death.

Yang Yifei looked at the ultimate "Hell Clan" of the sheep-headed man floating in the void not far away, and there was a pool of blood floating in front of him.

They were smashed and flew by the trackers who entered first, and they were dead at the moment they were smashed out.

Yang Yifei and Flavi are naturally not worried about this problem, because they can both fly.

Walk down a step from the stone platform at the insect gate. It is a large square platform with a side length of dozens of meters. There are paths in four directions. This is a typical cross maze terrain.

"Master, where are we going?"

Flavi asked helplessly, she didn't understand. It was obviously just a passage to the Warlock Canyon, so why did it build it into a maze?

If outsiders can’t find this place, it doesn’t matter even if it’s a straight road! And if outsiders find it, no matter how complicated the maze is, it will always be explored. It’s just a matter of time.

Yang Yifei said without hesitation: "Choose any direction! Anyway, it's one-quarter chance. At worst, it's just running all four directions."

Since the Death Desert is in the south, the two chose the passage to the south.

Originally, the two planned to put away the tracker's flying, but when they saw the ghost's second-body "demon soul" flying around in the space, and the exiled person's advanced body vampire king floating around, they immediately gave up this idea.

If you fly in the sky, you cannot use magic. You can't deal with two undead creatures, Demon Soul and Vampire King, by relying on guns alone. Flavi cannot even use magic bullets.

The two had to walk honestly along the passage less than one meter wide, and the Heavenly Fist was opened. As for the Hell clan on the ground, the trackers waved the drum-beating golden hammer, basically swept all the way.

With the aura of salvation, the fireballs and firewalls of the Vampire King, and the lightning columns fired by magical mechanisms everywhere are not threatening them.

Flavi basically became a so-called soy sauce along the way, but as long as she follows her master, she will be happy even if she is soy sauce.

The path of the refuge is curved and the range is surprisingly large, but when there are no demons around, they do not follow the road and fly directly past and walk in a straight line.

It took four hours to finally reach the end of this direction, a huge platform.

The two sighed helplessly and had to rest here for one night.

There was no day and night in the shelter, but from the perspective of time, it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon. After dinner, Yang Yifei let the bed go and lie down to rest.

The demons in this direction have been cleared by them, and there are also trackers guarding them, so they sleep very soundly.

Sleeping will not increase mana, but it can restore mental power. When they are on the journey, they will not be able to practice. Many times, maintaining sufficient mental power is more important than ensuring sufficient mana.

After waking up, solving personal problems, and having breakfast, Yang Yifei put away the tracker and flew back to the central platform with Flavi. This time they chose the north side.

This time there is a one-third chance. When Yang Yifei saw a pavilion at the end and the mage inside wearing a blue mage robe with gold-inlaided silk, a two-cornered hat in front of him, and a staff with a crystal ball embedded on the top, Yang Yifei knew that he had found a place.

The summoner, that is, the fallen magician Herasen, possesses fourth-level magic and has an infinitely close proximity to the Demon King.

So when he saw him, Yang Yifei decisively took Flavi to retreat 300 meters away.

Herrasen is not alone, he is surrounded by a large group of Hell clans and the King of Vampire.

"Fravie, you are here to sniper rifle and sniper summoner, I rush over and clear the demons around him."

"Okay, Master, be careful."

Yang Yifei smiled at her, pecked her lips gently, and then unfolded his light skills and rushed towards the pavilion.

"Swish...huh...huh..."

The stone passage closest to the pavilion is only less than 50 meters apart, which is obviously within Herrasen's casting range.

When Yang Yifei rushed here, the cold ice-sharp pillars, the burning fire walls, and the terrifying chain lightning attacked one after another.
Chapter completed!