A vast amount of magic flashed on the fourth floor of the lighthouse, destroying demon after demon.
Yet Hilia still failed to enter the fourth floor.
The demons on the fourth floor seemed endless, no matter how many were killed, more would appear, as if as long as they didn't enter the fourth floor, the demons would reset and refresh automatically.
This situation left Hilia and the others with no option but to keep eliminating them wave after wave.
With stubborn determination, they even wanted to know just how many demons were on the fourth floor.
Meanwhile, Rose was already standing by the window on the fourth floor, gazing out at the sea.
The sea was shrouded in a white mist, obscuring the distant scenery, despite the bright sun overhead.
The periphery of the Lost Lighthouse, the Golden Coast, was divided into countless subspaces, but the lighthouse itself was unique.
Besides the lighthouse, there was one other thing that was unique—
