The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

The lava monster's massive body swayed, its obsidian-like shell gradually cracking, spewing out lava-like filthy blood from the gaps.

In a flash of silvery-white light, its body rapidly cracked, spewing molten blood from the fissures and scorching the surrounding decaying earth. Its right arm was the first to detach, crashing heavily to the ground and shattering into smoking fragments. Next came its left leg; the carapace at the knee completely disintegrated, and the entire leg broke off like a collapsed stone pillar.

Finally, the head exploded, scattering debris and magma-like putrid blood everywhere. The torso, now unsupported, collapsed with a roar, disintegrating completely upon impact with the ground, turning into a pile of burning black ash.

Spatial magic attacks are not limited to teleporting objects to smash people; they also include spatial severing attacks, which are generally called spatial (dimensional) slashes (severing).

Phoenix's spatial slash struck inside the lava monster, covering its entire body.

The lava monster's external rock organs are very hard, but they appear so fragile when faced with a strike from the inside out.

Because Phoenix performed spatial slashes on all parts of its body simultaneously, the lava monster's organs also shattered almost at the same time.

The body was dismembered... or rather, it was in a gruesome state of dismemberment.

The elegant and fluid combat left the three members of the hero's team in awe.

Throughout the entire process, the lava monster did not touch Phoenix at all, completely toying with him, and never managed to hit Phoenix even once before it died.

(Just like my teammate who has all his skills gone)

"As expected of the chief mage..." Sophia exclaimed.

However, she lacked the talent for spatial magic, and no matter how amazed she was, she couldn't learn Phoenix's fighting style.

Not to mention Taric, a rough and clumsy guy who hardly uses any magic.

Philippa, on the other hand, observed the battle thoughtfully...

The demon's minions were easily dealt with, leaving the monster horde leaderless.

However, these demonic creatures, corrupted by demonic energy, possess no reason whatsoever.

Ordinary monsters sense that their opponent is too strong and have the instinct to flee for survival. These monsters, however, are not afraid even when their leader is smashed to pieces and their companions are crushed by boulders. Driven by their bloodlust, they charge towards Phoenix.

Surrounded by the horde of monsters, Phoenix flickered and disappeared once more.

Having lost their target, the monsters, unable to stop, collided with each other.

The collisions and trampling, the charge towards Phoenix, instead caused heavy losses to the monster horde itself.

Phoenix appeared beside the three members of the Brave Squad. Before they could say anything, Phoenix disappeared again, leaving behind a single sentence.

"Take care of the remaining monsters on their own; leave none alive."

None of the three complained.

With the seventh-tier demon minions gone, and the monster horde mostly cleared out by the boulders and their own collisions, they only needed to deal with the remaining ones.

This is no longer a burden for the three of them.

"Your Majesty Phoenix, you're still as elusive as ever..."

Taric raised his giant axe and faced the remaining monsters.

“He really doesn’t want to stay even a moment longer…” Sophia stuck out her tongue.

I've been out here for so long, and I've only seen Phoenix three times, and each time I stayed for no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"Alright, focus on the enemy."

After giving Sophia a reminder, Philippa charged into the horde of monsters...

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Phoenix's visit was brief because there were still things to take care of.

After several flashes, Phoenix had already penetrated deep into the "Emerald" Valley.

He was searching for the source; the demon's minions certainly didn't appear out of thin air in the secret realm.

"There really is an altar..."

Phoenix fell into the center of the altar.

At the center of the altar stood a twisted obsidian obelisk, its surface covered with unnatural raised patterns, like countless tormented faces struggling within the stone. A large amethyst was embedded at the top, containing a writhing black shadow that emitted a dizzying dark purple glow.

The altar floor was adorned with intricate summoning circles drawn in rotting blood, the dried blood a sickly dark brown. Around the edge of the circles lay twelve mummified corpses in kneeling positions, nailed to specific locations, their hollow eye sockets all facing the obelisk. Each corpse's chest cavity had been ripped open, ribs flared outwards—a truly gruesome sight…

At the four corners of the altar, four eternal lamps, made from the skulls of some unknown creature, burned with eerie green flames. Twisted faces occasionally surfaced within the flames, emitting silent screams. The lamp oil was made from corpse oil mixed with some kind of black viscous liquid, emitting a cloying, rotten stench when burned.

Scattered across the altar floor were various blasphemous sacrificial implements: bronze daggers studded with spikes, silver bowls engraved with inverted runes, and spellbooks made of human skin. Most chilling of all was a demon statue tens of meters tall, carved from some kind of black jade, its surface covered with red vein-like patterns.

The entire altar area was shrouded in a suffocating sense of oppression; the air was thick and viscous, and every breath carried the metallic, bloody stench. Strange, writhing marks rose and fell across the ground, as if something were burrowing underground. The surrounding trees were all dead, but their branches were twisted and contorted into agonizing, human figures.

A massive spatial rift floated in the air.

The edges of the fissure were irregularly jagged, like flesh torn by sharp claws, and a sickly dark purple light shimmered at the crack. The inside of the fissure was not pure darkness, but some kind of viscous, gelatinous unidentified substance that slowly wriggled like a living thing, with strange lumps occasionally protruding from its surface.

"They're getting more and more rampant..."

Phoenix scoffed.

They then began to address the altar and the crack.

This was undoubtedly the work of cultists, enough to allow demonic minions to pass through the portal between the Netherworld and the Emerald River.

Destroying the altar requires no skill; simply and brutally destroy it all.

Launch a spatial slash at the obelisk, the mummified corpse, the amethyst, and other offerings.

The altar was damaged, and the crack hanging in the air became visibly blurred and swayed.

The crack was gradually shrinking. Phoenix glanced around at the terrible surroundings, raised his hand, enveloped the entire altar in a silvery-white light, and threw it directly into the crack.

The altar itself was much larger than the crack, yet the crack sucked the altar in.

The space here is chaotic, and the cracks are not as large as they appear to the naked eye. Phoenix, the chief spatial mage, can tell how much they can actually hold.

Final processing.

Disconnect the spatial passages between the secret realms and repair the spatial rifts in Emerald Valley.

With Phoenix's repairs, the cracks gradually disappeared.