After Herag gradually delved deeper, the surroundings became dark, far removed from the camp.

Skeletons were everywhere, constantly charging forward and continuously falling.

These skeletons had the ability to revive, unless their skulls were completely shattered to disperse the soul fire.

Herag acted with great precision, each strike shattering a skeleton's skull, removing their ability to resurrect.

By this time, no one was paying attention to him; everyone was caught in a fierce fight.

Human stamina is ultimately limited and cannot sustain continuous combat.

By now, some competent adventurers were already injured, and no one could ensure they wouldn't make mistakes.

Herag's figure flickered, and with a few jumps, he delved deeper into the mountains.

Once he was out of sight of the people behind him, he slipped into a shadowy corner, transforming into a pool of shadow to bypass the skeleton army and advance quickly.

After infiltrating deep into the mountains, Herag arrived at a valley.

Skeletons were still emerging from the valley, moving towards the camp at the mountain's entrance.

Herag climbed up the side of the valley, lurking in the shadows to peer inside.

He discovered a presence resembling a sheep-horned demon standing in the valley, holding a magic staff.

Each time the staff glowed, a skeleton appeared.

The sheep-horned skeleton was short, roughly estimated at only about 1.4 meters tall.

"It's this thing..."

Herag sensed a demon aura emanating from the sheep-horned skeleton.

He observed the surroundings to confirm there were no other demons present.

"Absolute Defense!"

"Titan Power!"

Herag's figure rapidly expanded, transforming into a small giant clad in dark gold armor.

The sheep-horned demon seemed to sense something, about to turn its head.

Herag's figure instantly vanished, reappearing behind the sheep-horned demon a moment later.

This was his talent ability, the Spirit of the White Deer.

Herag used space travel to appear behind the sheep-horned demon, immediately punching down with his fist.

His enormous fist contrasted sharply with the sheep-horned demon's small frame.

Just as the fist was about to hit the sheep-horned demon, its magic staff trembled slightly, and its form suddenly vanished, reappearing over ten meters away.

Herag noted that it was a similar magic to Flash, with a similar effect.

"Competing in space travel with me?"

With a thought, Herag followed up, once again appearing behind the sheep-horned demon.

A fireball technique in front of the sheep-horned demon had yet to form when Herag's punch was already descending again.

A green light shield emerged, trying to block Herag's punch.

However, the sheep-horned demon clearly underestimated Herag's power, or perhaps it was simply out of options.

The green light shield sustained itself for nearly a second before suddenly shattering like glass.

The force of the punch slightly slowed down, then struck the sheep-horned demon.

The sheep-horned demon's body, merely a tougher skeleton, proved no match for Herag's terrifying power.

Herag's punch directly shattered the sheep-horned demon, breaking its body into pieces, leaving only the head intact.

This wasn't due to Herag holding back; it was because the sheep-horned demon's head was particularly hard, not shattered by the pervasive force.

"Spare... spare my life!" The soul fire of the sheep-horned demon flickered as a voice emerged, surprisingly in Avite Language.

"You can speak?" Herag was a bit surprised.

The sheep-horned demon replied, "Yes... yes, I have learned."

Since communication was possible, things would be easier—Herag intended to take this opportunity to gather some information.

"Where are you from? Why are you here?" Herag asked.

The sheep-horned demon said, "I was originally cultivating deep in that mountain range and never provoked anyone. The nearby areas were all my territory. But not long ago, a very powerful person appeared; I couldn't defeat him, so I had to choose another place to be my territory. I had only recently arrived here and saw a group of people at the mountain's entrance, so I thought of dealing with them."

"Was it demons or exorcists who took over your territory?" Herag continued to ask.

The flame of the sheep-horned demon's soul flickered, and it said, "It was a human, but he was strange, using a power unlike exorcists—I am not very sure."

Herag fell silent for a moment. He knew that what the sheep-horned demon described was most likely a wizard, though he didn't know who it was.

"Do you remember where your previous territory was?" Herag asked.

"I remember, I remember," the sheep-horned demon quickly responded.

Grasping the sheep-horned demon's horns, Herag lifted its head and said, "Lead the way and take me there."

"Okay, okay, can... can you spare my life?" the sheep-horned demon begged.

"Do you have the right to make demands?" Herag remarked coldly.

At this, the sheep-horned demon no longer dared to speak, obediently leading the way.

"That direction," the flame of the sheep-horned demon's soul gathered into an arrow, pointing north.

"Quite convenient," Herag said.

He glanced northward; it was a sparsely populated area deep within the mountains.

"Also, deactivate the skeletons at the mountain's entrance," Herag instructed.

"Understood." The sheep-horned demon promptly deactivated its control over the skeleton army.

At the mountain's entrance, the skeletons suddenly seemed to freeze, the soul fire in their skulls extinguishing instantly.

Thereafter, these skeletons collapsed and scattered, leaving the ground covered in bones.

The members of the task force, locked in fierce combat, paused when they witnessed this scene, unsure of what had just happened.

Originally surrounded by a massive army of skeletons, many were already exhausted.

Apart from a few exorcists still navigating with ease, the ordinary adventurers were barely holding on at this point.

On the other side, Herag carried the sheep-horned demon's head, swiftly moving through the forest towards the demon's former territory.

The sheep-horned demon, driven by a strong desire for survival, remained silent throughout, except when giving directions, not daring to disturb Herag.

...

"Damn expedition team!"

Medel stood in the Level 3 Witch Array shelter, cursing at the vast starry sky.

He believed that if it weren't for the expedition team's teleportation ring malfunctioning, he wouldn't have ended up in this place.

Medel had originally devised a plan to handle Herag; upon returning, he intended to kill all of Herag's cherished friends one by one, finally dealing with Herag.

Making Herag die after experiencing the greatest despair and pain the world can offer, this was the only way to vent Medel's anger.

"A junior wizard without any background, a wizard from the Barren Land dares to defy my orders!" The more Medel thought about it, the angrier he got, eager to return to the Wizard Plane and kill Herag.

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