Superimposed

The solid slab of silver metals that was at least 10 by 10 meters. Its edges were filled with complex runes that could make one's mind spin just looking at them, and its center was filled with a circular formation that seemed to rotate with life of its own.

"Halt! Hand the demon over!"

The elders above released mighty auras, soaring down upon their treasures.

When Leonel heard this, his gaze flashed with rage, but he still didn't look upward. If he had the strength, he would have directly killed the person who said such a thing.

However, even though he didn't look upward, his aura continued to grow like a towering tempest. Billowing violet fog and a wild crimson spread out further and further.

From the perspective of the elders of this world, they had to capture Aina, and even if they couldn't capture her, they had to at least kill her.