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

"Lord Shadow Demon?" Sita exclaimed, her purplish-black magic instantly gathering around her as she tried to resist the suction and move forward.

"Meow?!" Aita's orange cat tail exploded, and sharp claws shot out, trying to grab something.

“It’s alright.” Gray’s calm voice rang out, piercing through the strange suction field. He didn’t think it was anything harmful; it was completely different from the pulling sensation he felt when he was forcibly dragged into the [Celestial Realm].

The next moment, he deliberately withdrew all his resistance and even relaxed his body slightly, like a feather, letting the terrifying suction force pull him violently toward the constantly twisting and writhing dark rift.

Upon seeing them, the Shadow Lord not only did not resist, but actively yielded to the suction force, and all the servants did not hesitate at all.

The magic power gathered around Sita dissipated instantly. She forcibly suppressed her instinctive resistance and allowed her body to be captured by the suction force.

Sita retracted her claws, her orange-gold vertical pupils fixed on Gray's disappearing figure. She gritted her teeth and gave up struggling.

The lower-ranking servants, as if receiving a supreme command, instantly disarmed all their defensive stances.

Swish!Swish!Swish!Swish!

A series of soft, tearing sounds rang out.

Gray's figure was the first to disappear into the absolute darkness of the rift.

Next came Sita, Aita, and all the lower-ranking servants, who were pulled one after another into the crack as if linked by invisible ropes.

The whole process was as fast as lightning!

The last low-ranking waiter's robe disappeared into the crack in the next second—

The constantly twisting and writhing dark rift suddenly shrank inward!

Just as abruptly as it appeared, it vanished without a trace in an instant.

On the dune ridge, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

Only the slightly sunken sand surface, which had been sucked away by a large amount of sand, and the extremely faint spatial fluctuations remaining in the air, proved that the breathtaking scene just now was not an illusion.

The scorching sun continued to mercilessly bake the deserted sand valley, and the hot wind whipped up new grains of sand, slowly smoothing out the small depressions.

Deathly silence once again reigned supreme over this golden inferno.

Those travelers who ventured deep into the desert had already stepped into the unknown, the void that they were urgently summoned to.

The sense of spatial distortion and tearing lasted only for a fleeting moment, as if it were merely the weightlessness caused by taking the wrong step on a staircase.

The next second, I felt my feet firmly on the ground.

Gray's profound spiritual power had already re-condensed and spread out the moment he passed through the crack, and his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his hood, had taken in the surrounding scenery.

Even Gray, who was eagerly searching for a solution, couldn't help but feel a slight ripple at the sight before him.

This is definitely not the desolate golden purgatory of the Scorched Throat.

A rich, almost tangible life energy enveloped them like a warm tide, each breath refreshing and invigorating, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, the aroma of soil, and the sweet scent of some unknown flower, instantly cleansing the remaining dust, burning pain, and blood in their lungs.

Before me stretched an endless, vibrant emerald field.

The lush green grass reached knee-high, dotted with countless colorful wildflowers whose names I didn't know, like stars scattered across the earth.

In the distance, the winding stream, like a shimmering silver ribbon, sparkles in the sunlight. The water is crystal clear, and the gentle murmur of the stream nourishes the lush vegetation on both banks.

Further away, rolling hills are covered by a dense, strange forest that exudes a hazy glow. A thin veil of mist swirls through the forest, and the outlines of towering ancient trees are vaguely visible, their branches strong and their leaves blue-purple or silver-white, completely different from plants in common knowledge.

The sky was not the faded, glaring blue and white of the desert, but a soft, moist, watery dome. A few wisps of white clouds drifted by leisurely, and the sunlight was warm but not harsh, like the finest amber light, generously showering this land.

The air was moist and fresh, with a pleasant temperature, a stark contrast to the scorching heat of the desert that strips away all moisture. You could even hear the rustling of the wind through the grass and the ethereal, melodious calls of unknown birds from the distant forest.

However, this seemingly perfect paradise presents a different face in Grena's perception of the essence of all things.

His mental power was like the finest carving knife, instantly dissecting everything here.

The natural magical power here is astonishingly vast, far exceeding that of the main plane.

But these energies are wild, disordered, and unorganized, like unpolished jade, containing infinite possibilities, but also full of unknown dangers.

Space, such an important world law, is clearly perceptible, yet it gives people a soft, immature, and not yet fully formed feeling, as if it is a newly born world where the rules are still slowly growing and evolving.

His mental energy initially swept across the nearby grasslands and streams, but he did not find any obvious man-made structures, paths, or large settlements.

But the abundance of this land and the orderly flow of energy subtly suggest a kind of potential order, or an order that exists in a way that is different from conventional cognition.

Deeper still, especially in that strange forest, there seemed to be some faint energy imprints that were difficult to analyze immediately, requiring further investigation.

Where they appeared, there was a faint, rapidly healing spatial fluctuation remaining on the grass, which was the exit of the crack they had just seen.

This point seems to be a temporary, extremely accidental weak point in the barrier of this secret realm.

“A…new, unexplored little world, a secret realm.” Gray’s deep, calm voice echoed across the silent plains, carrying a hint of understanding and inquiry.

The ripples in the space behind them completely subsided, and all the waiters arrived safely.

Sita recovered from the brief discomfort of the journey almost immediately.

His hands remained at his sides, but the defensive energy that had gathered around him had dissipated. His sharp gaze, hidden beneath the hood, swept over the breathtaking scenery, but there was no appreciation in his eyes, only an extremely calm assessment and analysis.

She noticed the excessively rich primal energy and sensed the immature spatial rules, her delicate brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"The energy activity is extremely high, the rules are unstable, and there are unknown ecological risks. No clear signs of human intervention have been found, but the possibility of non-overt intelligent activity cannot be ruled out." Her calm voice rang out as she reported her initial assessment to Gray, while simultaneously shifting her feet slightly, in a seemingly casual yet precise manner, bringing a possible direction on Gray's flank into her defensive range.

Her shock was suppressed by perfect rationality, which transformed into an assessment of the potential threat and the fulfillment of her duties.