Chapter 162. Thousand-Year Mystical Elixir

"Benjamin, are you unscathed?" As the last of the Crimson Devil Confinement Technique's body fell to the ground, concern washed over Ancel's pallid face, his gaze darting towards Benjamin.

Beside him, Caroline appeared equally weary, but she bore her exhaustion with a grace that made it far less evident than Ancel's.

Heaving a sigh of relief, a soldier remarked: "Finally, these monsters have been eradicated. Truly, I feel as if the life has been drained from me."

The sight of the final Crimson Devil Confinement Technique dispatched left the soldiers visibly drained, some collapsing to the ground, their faces etched with deep fatigue and a touch of despair.

"What do you think you're doing? On your feet, all of you!" Ancel's voice cut through the still air, sharp and demanding: "Clean this mess and then, and only then, may you rest. Lest the scent of fresh blood draws more of those abominations to us."

His reprimand struck a chord, and the soldiers exchanged une