Out in the deep ocean, there were a plethora of demonlings that haunted the pitch-black night.

On the deserted island they had chosen to spend the night, the travelers lit a roaring fire. As they sat there, they could hear howls of rage from the water, apparently from various wild beasts fighting each other in deadly fashion. The waves crashed loudly, mixing with the sound of combat.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, something in the distance noticed their fire, and a shadowy figure blurred in their direction. A bird the size of a human became visible, with the face of an old woman. Its withered skin was covered with complex designs, and it had sharp claws that pulsed with godpower.

Apparently, it was at the level of a Quasi-God!

“Watch out!” Lightning Dragonriser said. “That’s a crone harpy! They’re very strong and fierce, just as bad as wretch-god witches!”

However, even as the words left his mouth, a beam of sword energy shot out and cut the...