"Mr. Rose, don’t scare me at a time like this."

Hilia glanced at Rose inconspicuously, her eyes filled with resentment.

That’s right, the eerie laughter just now wasn’t the low sound coming from the dense fog; it was Rose’s laughter echoing in Hilia’s heart after the sound reached her.

This really startled Hilia, but fortunately, she was familiar with Rose’s voice.

Others didn’t hear Rose’s voice; they only noticed Hilia’s startled reaction, and Doris showed a disdainful expression.

"Tsk, such a lowly Tier Three demon can frighten you like this."

Hilia didn’t bother to explain to her.

Let Doris think whatever she wants.

Benovia looked at Doris, "Are we just waiting for that demon to show up?"

"I think we should disperse this fog," Encore said seriously.

She somehow found a pair of glasses, and her face showed an intellectual beauty, although if she wasn’t only five feet tall...

While they were talking, divine radiance suddenly appeared beside them.

Everyone turned to see Phil with her eyes slightly closed, hands clasped in a prayer gesture at her chest, emitting light that clashed with the surrounding dense fog.

Hilia noticed a hint of blood-red color fleetingly appearing in Phil’s holy light.

Judging by the feeling, it seemed to be... pollution?

Had even her magic been tinged with pollution? Hilia thought.

But she said nothing.

After all, Phil’s situation is surely more understood by the Holy Court than by her.

Since the Holy Court hadn’t taken any action, what could she, as a competitor, say?

Phil’s specialization was the divine system, combining Holy Word Skills with divine magic, enabling her to be invincible against this kind of filth.

Under the intense Holy Light, the fog cloaking the area gradually dispersed, revealing a peculiar demon resembling a scarecrow hidden within.

It looked like a person, but was as thin as a rod, covered in straw, with limbs assembled like wood, and a cloth painted with a smiling face, cheeks adorned with circles.

"This is a Smiling Demon, a demon born from pollution, like most polluted demons, its main attack is a spiritual attack, which can inject fear into a person, allowing pollution to infiltrate and use them as nourishment," Benovia said.

Doris added, "Within the lighthouse range, it might have an ability — frenzy. The closer to death, the stronger its combat power. It requires a storm-like attack to kill it directly, leaving no time for frenzy."

Benovia said, "Against this kind of dying frenzied demon, if you can’t kill it quickly, only the Tier Four ethereal spell [Holy Song: Baptism] can effectively limit its frenzy, but even without this spell, you can kill it during its frenzy."

As she spoke, Benovia’s Magic Puppet was already covered with a thick layer of rock armor, charging forward.

"I’ll block its attacks, you try to kill it quickly." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Hilia looked at the Smiling Demon and had a thought; she remembered she had a [Holy Song: Baptism] scroll.

Using this scroll without Tier Three mastery can lead to random effects, possibly blessing the enemy or casting repentance on oneself.

According to Benovia’s statement, [Holy Song: Baptism], regardless of the effect, is particularly effective against this kind of demon.

However, using such a precious scroll on just a mere Tier Three demon is somewhat like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

So Hilia merely pondered and didn’t decide to use it.

With Benovia charging forward, Doris started team command, and the five-person team together with five Magic Puppets launched a siege on the Smiling Demon.

On the side, Rose silently watched the scene.

He had a boring question popping up—

Was this a five-person or ten-person raid?

Under the storm-like attacks of the five Holy Daughters, the Smiling Demon quickly entered its frenzied state.

Benovia bore immense pressure as the rock armor on her Magic Puppet shattered; though she constantly used earth and rock magic to fortify the Magic Puppet, eventually, it was the Puppet’s materials that withstood everything.

With her absorbing the damage, the remaining Magic Puppets unleashed their efforts and output continuously, and soon the Smiling Demon emitted a terrifying shriek and disintegrated instantly, dispersing pollution into the air.

Phil radiated holy light, partially purifying the dispersed pollution, delaying the demon’s next formation.

Where the Smiling Demon fell, a mask with a smiling face dropped to the ground, picked up by Doris’s Magic Puppet.

"What’s this?" She examined it closely.

Benovia glanced at it and said, "Smiling Mask, when worn, allows the use of the Smiling Demon’s Spirit Magic, causing fear and reluctance to fight, ineffective against polluted demons."

After a pause, she added, "However, wearing it makes you very unattractive, and if someone can suppress their fear, it not only loses effect but also affects vision."

Doris instantly showed disgust, "Who wants this?"

No one responded.

Even Hilia had no desire upon seeing that unattractive mask.

Rose said, "This mask is useless for you, better to sell it for profit than to cause Spirit Magic damage directly with Mage’s Hand. The drop from a mini-elite monster is best sold and the money shared."

Hilia then suggested it, gaining unanimous approval from everyone.

Encore adjusted her glasses, "I think before discussing the split, we should consider how to solve the current problem first."

Everyone paused, and then felt something, looking toward the small hills beside the beach.

Those two mountains with a crevice between them, the stones on them weren’t seamlessly one, resembling a honeycomb with holes everywhere.

At the moment, from every hole, pairs of red eyes with black gas were emerging.

At least a hundred pairs!

Doris’s scalp tingled, "So many demons, charging straight in wasn’t wise."

Hilia said, "These were all drawn by the Smiling Demon’s dying screams. Anyway, get ready for battle."

Phil said quietly, "Kill these, and this area is considered clear. Then we can start purifying the pollution."

"What are we waiting for, prepare for battle!"

Doris was full of fighting spirit, with flames re-attached to the large sword of the Magic Puppet.

Benovia smiled, "Let’s treat this ancient ruin as a small Divine Realm journey."

The path from Tier One to Tier Two is only pure creature killing for everyone alike; the difference is only in whether creatures are plenty or few.

For them, the escalating creature levels, from weak to strong, purely transforms the slicing process.

Just as Hilia was about to order her Magic Puppet and others to charge forth, Rose’s voice echoed in her ear:

"Take notice, someone has arrived outside."