Wang Linchi fled in disgrace from the ritual space.
The good news was that he hadn't stayed there for too long. He found the exit and managed to get out in half an hour.
The bad news, however, was that from the formation of the fissure to the total destruction of the ritual space, it all happened in less than ten minutes. He hadn't been able to get anything before he was squeezed out.
Thankfully, he had used the Saint Master as a shield, which prevented his own skin from being torn apart.
Once he got out, he quickly tidied up. Before he could sort out the gains from this experience—which weren't many to begin with—he had to deal with the Devil. The Devil was on the verge of death and was probably his biggest haul.
His activities had not been quiet, so the guards outside rushed in to check on the situation.
"Your Majesty, are you alright?" the leading guard, who was armed with a saber, asked anxiously.
"I'm fine, just a minor issue." Wang Linchi waved his hand, dismissing them.
