400: They're all spineless.

The slight dizziness from the spatial teleportation vanished in an instant.

The moment Fang Yuan and Frieren stood on solid ground, a nauseatingly thick smell of blood and sulfur, mixed with a bone-chilling cold, rushed toward them.

This was not a bright and clean airport lobby, nor was it any modern structure.

It was an ancient stone chamber buried deep underground. The surrounding walls were engraved with dense Runic runes, which were flickering erratically, struggling to resist some kind of cold energy seeping in from the outside.

The air was filled with an extremely oppressive panic.

Dozens of European mages in various mage robes were hurrying about; their faces were either injured or etched with unconcealable exhaustion and despair.

In the corner of the stone chamber, several healing mages were sweating profusely as they cast spells on the wounded lying on the ground, but with little effect. The pitch-black Aura entwined around the wounds was like maggots on bones, constantly eroding the life force of the injured.

"How... could it be like this..."

Frieren looked at the scene before her, which resembled a doomsday shelter. Her azure eyes widened instantly, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

This was the Supreme Council Chamber of Avalon, located beneath Brussels, the power core of the entire European magic world. Usually, it was sacred, solemn, and heavily guarded.

But now, it had become a crumbling, final fortress.

"Welcome to Hell, little girl of the Asta family."

A hoarse voice came from the side.

Archmage John approached with a staggering gait. The white mage robe he wore, which symbolized his supreme status, was already tattered and stained with black blood. On his aged face, only endless bitterness and dejection remained.

"Archmage John!" Frieren exclaimed, hurrying forward to support him.

"I am fine..." John waved his hand, his gaze passing over Frieren to land on Fang Yuan beside her, his eyes complex.

He saw the young man from the East. Under such terrifying corruption of evil energy, he remained calm, his Aura as steady as an immovable mountain.

This reignited the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

"Your Excellency Fang Yuan, thank you for coming to our aid." John used all his strength to bow slightly toward Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan nodded. His Spiritual Sense had long since spread out, instantly perceiving the situation of the entire shelter, as well as the sky-covering Fallen Angel Divine Power outside that seemed poised to drag the entire world into the abyss.

Very strong.

The source of that power, in its essence, even surpassed that evil entity he encountered in the Secret Realm on Mars.

"Where is the council meeting?" Fang Yuan asked directly, without any superfluous words.

A flash of shame crossed John's face. He pointed to the thick, tightly closed stone door at the deepest part of the chamber: "They... are arguing inside."

"Arguing?" Frieren couldn't believe it. "At a time like this, what is there to argue about?"

John sighed heavily and did not answer, simply leading the two of them to push open the heavy stone door.

Inside the door was an even more spacious circular council chamber.

All the members of the Avalon Roundtable Council, the top Archmages of the European magic world, were sitting on both sides, their faces flushed, the atmosphere tense and ready to explode.

"Surrender! Aside from surrender, we have no other path to take!"

A sharp voice rang out; it was the conservative Archmage who had strongly opposed seeking aid from Kunlun at the council, Alistair.

At this moment, his face no longer held any of the reserve or demeanor belonging to an Archmage; instead, it carried a morbid fanaticism.

"That is a true god! It is His Majesty Sataniel! Defying the will of God leads only to a dead end! And by submitting to God, we will gain eternal life and supreme power!"

"Bullshit!" Another hot-tempered fire-element Archmage slammed the table and roared, "Alistair! You coward! Have you forgotten how the Holy See was destroyed? That is a demon! A heretical god that destroys the world!"

"Foolish!" Alistair sneered disdainfully. "That is God cleansing the filth of the human world! The old era has passed, and a new deity has descended! We should embrace change, rather than clinging to ridiculous glory and perishing along with this decaying world!"

His words actually drew nodding agreement from nearly a third of the Archmages present.

In their eyes, the same fanaticism and greed flickered.

Despair makes people crazy.

After witnessing the great power of the Fallen Angel Sataniel, which was enough to easily erase the entire Holy See, the beliefs and dignity of these once high-and-mighty Archmages had been completely crushed.

Replacing them was an infinite longing for power and an extreme fear of death.

Listening to these shameless remarks that inverted black and white, Frieren was trembling with anger.

She could never have imagined that the Mage Council guarding Europe would begin to rot from within!

"You... you bunch of traitors!"

The young girl's crisp yet angry voice instantly silenced the entire council chamber.

Everyone's gaze focused on Frieren at the door.

"The little girl from the Asta family?" Alistair was stunned for a moment when he saw Frieren, then a greedy light erupted in his eyes, as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

"You really chose a path to Hell when there was a path to heaven! Perfect, our great Master is very interested in that special Bloodline of yours. By offering you to the Master, we can all receive God's favor!"

Before he finished speaking, Alistair suddenly raised his hand, his five fingers splayed.

A giant claw condensed from pure dark energy appeared out of thin air, carrying a filthy and sinister Aura, and swiped down at Frieren's head!

He actually dared to attack in public right here!

"Watch out!"

Archmage John and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly raised their wands, wanting to rescue her, but it was already too late.

The speed of that dark giant claw was too fast, and its power far exceeded the ninth-tier magic within their knowledge!

Frieren only felt that she was locked by a terrifying force, and all her magic power seemed to be frozen. She couldn't even move a finger and could only watch helplessly as the giant claw, capable of crushing mountains, came closer and closer to her.

The shadow of death instantly enveloped her.

However, at this critical moment.

A warm palm gently rested on her shoulder.

An Aura as steady as a mountain instantly enveloped her, dispelling all fear and pressure.

Fang Yuan had already stood in front of her, no one knew when.

He didn't even turn his head, simply looking at the roaring dark giant claw, and calmly raised his right hand.

There was no chanting of spells, no wand, and certainly no flashy magic circle.

He just flicked his finger.

"Snap."

A soft sound, like flicking dust off clothes.

A purple arc of electricity, as thin as a cow's hair, flashed from his fingertip and vanished.

The next second.

That aggressive dark giant claw, which seemed capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart, upon contacting the purple arc, was like snow meeting its nemesis; without even causing a ripple, it silently dissolved and purified, as if it had never appeared.

The entire council chamber fell into a deathly silence.

All the Archmages, whether those supporting surrender or those firmly resisting, were all dumbfounded, staring at this scene with their minds blank.

That... that was a strike from Alistair, fused with Fallen Angel Divine Power, comparable to a legendary forbidden spell!

Just like that... flicked away?

The fanaticism and triumph on Alistair's face completely solidified, replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.

"Who... who are you?" He stared fixedly at Fang Yuan, his voice trembling.

Fang Yuan ignored him.

He turned around, looked at Frieren, who was still somewhat shaken, and reached out to tidy her slightly messy blonde hair, his tone gentle.

"Are you okay?"

Frieren looked at him blankly, shook her head, and then nodded heavily.

"Does this kind of trash deserve to be called a god?"

Fang Yuan chuckled, his tone full of disdain.

Only then did he turn his gaze back to Alistair and the group of traitorous mages behind him who also wore expressions of terror.

"Kunlun Cultivation Academy, Chief of the Magic Cultivation Department."

Fang Yuan spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Fang Yuan."

"On the orders of the Dean of Kunlun, I have come to dispose of the trash."

The moment his words fell, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Now, trash."

"Are you going to climb into the trash can yourselves, or do you want me to give you a hand?"