In the next minute, the other two half-blood demons woke up one after another.
Although their improvement was not as obvious as Prapa's, and it was hard to tell from their appearance, from the undisguised joy in their eyes, one could tell that they had definitely gained a lot from this experience.
Canaan and the three-headed crocodile were the only ones left in the illusion.
He wasn't sure if it was because the demons were well-prepared, or because they were simply too talented, but he believed that they could last much longer in the illusions than humans.
Not to mention Pupala from before, just these half-blood demons that had awakened had mostly lasted for about three minutes, which was far more than the average human.
In fact, from a certain perspective, Ocean's Rhythm was a survival game. Everyone would die in the end, and it was a matter of who could last longer.
From this point of view, the resilience of humans was indeed far lower than that of demons.
Even if Ocean Rhythm would block their memories, the demon's ingrained instinct would not allow them to give up. They would do everything they could to survive.
In this regard, it was easy to see who was better between humans and demons.
Another minute passed, and the three-headed crocodile's body suddenly began to emit a thin mist.
This scene shocked all the other demons who saw it.
They were still aware of their own improvements, but the crocodile's improvement was visible to the naked eye. The mist was getting thicker, and the crocodile's giant body was glowing.
"Could it be that the Three-Headed Crocodile is going to level up as well?" The demons looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
Prapa's improvement was understandable. Even if it reached the level of an imp, it was still not that strong. But the three-headed crocodile was different. It was a naturally powerful demon. It was still stuck at the level of an imp, but it was much stronger than the half-blood demons.
If the crocodile improved, it would become a big news in the entire Rasudran!
Angor was also looking at the crocodile with eager eyes. If the crocodile could really create an illusion, he would not have to worry about losing customers!
However, it was a pity that although the blue light on the three-headed crocodile's body was constantly shining, it did not reach the point of forming the Milky Way. It only illuminated the psychedelic cabin with blue light. Vaguely, there was a hint of "psychedelia".
The three-headed crocodile opened its bell-like eyes. It came back to its senses much faster than the other half-blood demons.
It could feel the earth-shaking changes in its body. It had never felt this kind of carefree feeling ever since it was born. It couldn't help but want to roar out loud.
However, before it could roar, the shop owner glared at it coldly and ordered, "Shut up!"
In the past, the three-headed crocodile would have been furious at a native who dared to treat it like this. But now, the weak body of the owner only felt that it was much stronger than before.
There were also miraculous beings among the natives!
The three-headed crocodile suppressed its joy and used its spiritual power to communicate with the other three half-blood demons that had woken up. Originally, it did not care to communicate with the half-blood demons, but the joy in its heart made it lower its bottom line and share with them what it had learned from this experience.
When they were almost done with their secret conversation, all eyes were on Canaan.
It had been almost seven minutes, and this female half-blood demon still hadn't woken up?
They now knew that their experiences were the same. They were all trying to survive in the raging sea. They had held on for so long and felt that they had reached their limits. But this little thing was still able to hold on until now?
Suddenly, the way they looked at Canaan changed. They knew very well how raging the sea was. Canaan's perseverance was enough to see that she could hold on until now.
Also, they had just unified. It seemed that the longer they could hold on in the raging sea, the greater their gains would be.
Canaan had held on for so long. How terrifying would her gains be?
After a minute, Canaan gave them an answer.
A huge shadow emerged from her body. That shadow was originally like Canaan, sitting cross-legged on the ground. But with the miraculous changes in Canaan's body, the shadow kept growing bigger … bigger …
In just ten seconds, it became a huge shadow over twenty meters tall.
Twenty meters was not big compared to all the buildings in Rasudran. However, all the demons in the area noticed the sudden appearance of the shadow.
This shadow looked like a sleeping … ocean demon!
Since when did an ocean demon come to Rasudran? Just as the other demons were puzzled, the shadow's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened.
At the same time, Canaan opened her eyes in the hallucination hut as well.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she sensed the pulsing water energy inside her body. At the same time, Canaan noticed that her dorsal fin, arm fin, and tail fin had all grown out.
The energy inside her body seemed to have doubled, and it was still growing.
The pleasure of growing stronger made Canaan roar out loud.
Angor didn't stop Canaan this time. He saw the shadow behind Canaan standing up and doing the same thing as Canaan.
The shadow's roar covered most of the nearby area. Almost all of the surrounding demons heard the shadow's excited roar.
The roar seemed to carry the great waves of the sea. Amidst the terrifying waves, a giant ocean demon raised its trident and issued a command to all water creatures.
Outside a building that looked like an egg membrane, Prapa was trying its best to persuade others to come to the hallucination hut to experience the rhythm of the sea. When it heard the roar, it stopped and looked at the shadow's direction.
A moment later, Prapa's eyes flashed with joy. "See? Another phenomenon! The Hallucination Hut created a new miracle! Listen to me. Experience the rhythm of the sea once, and it will help you a lot! "
The half-blood demons who weren't interested in Prapa's words sensed the uncontrollable joy in the roar and began to wonder if Prapa was telling the truth.
Night also looked up from the entrance of the Prey Hall.
As a fire-element demon, Night should have hated the feeling of the ocean waves in the air, but at this moment, Night did not show any disgust. Instead, it smiled and looked at the dense forest in the distance, where the Psychedelic Hut was located.
Prapa and Night weren't the only ones. All the other demons who heard the roar stopped and began to look for the source of the noise.
When they realized that the phenomenon actually came from the Psychedelic Hut again, they recalled the news that Prapa had spent a lot of effort to spread. They had originally thrown it aside.
What kind of magic did the Hallucination Hut have? Why did it keep producing breakthroughs?
Last time, Prapa did it. But this time, it seemed to be the last descendant of an ocean demon?
Angor didn't know what was going on outside. He was having a strange feeling. He was going to say that the Hallucination Hut would be noticed by people if it showed up again, and the number of customers would increase.
However, when the first batch of customers turned out to be so good that it even exceeded his expectations, he felt both happy and conflicted.
The talents of demons were terrifying. So far, Angor only allowed six demons to join the trip, and they already showed up one after another. It was hard to imagine what would happen if more demons joined.
Angor told Fafnir that he was just doing business and didn't care about the hostility between humans and demons. Still, he couldn't help but sigh when he saw how powerful each demon was. It felt like he was training his enemies.
He hoped that he wouldn't run into these demons on the battlefield one day.
Angor planned to take a short rest after sending the first batch of visitors away. Judging by the current situation, it wouldn't be long before another batch of visitors arrived.
However, he suddenly heard some noise behind him.
Looking back, he saw that the Half-Blood Demon that had caused such a huge commotion and created a huge shadow seemed to have returned.
Angor recalled that the demon mentioned its name before. It was Canaan.
Angor smiled and pointed at a sign nearby. "We don't serve people twice. Only once."
"I'm not here to repeat the experience." Canaan lowered its head. "I just want to ask you a question."
Canaan suddenly looked up at Angor with a doubtful look. "Are you really a native?"
Canaan's words made Angor's heart skip a beat. Did someone see through his illusion?
"What's with the sudden question?" Angor was still smiling, but he already glanced at Fafnir from the corner of his eye.
Canaan noticed Angor's gaze and quickly explained, "I'm just wondering … Your Abyssal Tongue sounds strange. It doesn't sound like a native's accent."
"So there's a standard for Abyssal Tongue?" Angor raised an eyebrow.
"I used to live in a mixed settlement where almost all the native tribes of the Barren Plane gathered. So I've heard a lot of different accents. But your accent doesn't sound like one of those tribes. It's more like … humans are used to speaking the common language, so they use the common language to pronounce the Abyssal Tongue. "
When Canaan said the last sentence, he directly used the common language.
Canaan gave Angor a curious look.
Angor didn't show any expression on his face, but he felt a little surprised. So it wasn't his illusion that betrayed him, but his accent.
Still, Angor wasn't going to admit it. "I don't know what you're talking about. Just because you haven't heard it before doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Besides, what does it have to do with you? "
Canaan also noticed that the dark-skinned woman was staring at Canaan with a pair of dark eyes. Canaan felt a sense of danger rising from its tailbone.
Canaan hurriedly said, "I don't mean anything else. I just wanted to say that when those half-blood demons went out, they were also suspicious of the owner's identity … It's not a problem with the accent, but a habit in Rasudran. Demonic language is the official language, and the Abyssal language is not very versatile."
"What do you mean by that?" Angor grew impatient.
"If you don't mind, I can help you serve your customers."
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