Bemore’s cold voice rang out as she unleashed her unique flame technique.
As long as she calmed her restless heart, the White-haired Witch could unleash two hundred percent of her power.
The tip of her black wooden staff flickered with a concentrated red glow.
“Chǔ lóng qī qī zhěn chǔ!”
In the next instant, a rapid series of firing sounds echoed.
Dozens of tiny fire particle spheres shot out from the tip of the black wooden staff, fast and numerous. Though shaped like a handgun, it fired like a shotgun.
Her black wooden staff resembled a handgun in appearance and was much shorter than a normal staff. This was because the White-haired Witch used a [Short Staff].
The short staff’s effect was a faster casting speed but lower power amplification.
The long staff was more balanced, emphasizing spell amplification. Ninety-nine percent of flame mages chose the long staff to maximize their flame techniques’ power; no flame mage used a short staff.
Bemore being called a Witch in the Flame School was not without reason—she truly was a prodigy.
“Shú lìn! Lā yō! Lā yō! Tuò yō!”
Those tiny dragon bullets instantly tore apart Hong Lion’s perfect Fireball technique. Each fireball burst like a balloon being pierced, completely outclassed.
“Ah?” Hong Lion’s spell was torn apart, causing a sudden headache that transmitted back to his magic power.
The White-haired Witch’s tiny dragon bullets struck the rocky city wall, creating crater after crater, but they didn’t threaten the elemental quartet standing atop the wall.
“Hey? Such strong penetration.” Harland, Child of Stone, felt the force of the enemy’s attack and couldn’t help but praise it.
Hearing his words, both Hong Lion and Orange Lion felt suspicious.
They all knew Harland’s personality; getting this prodigy brat to say a good word was harder than reaching the sky, yet he was now praising someone? They must have misheard.
“Heh heh, you can actually appreciate others?” Shirley Wilian maintained her poised stance, equally curious.
“Earth elements counter fire elements, but a simple magic attack from the opponent can break my rocky wall. Who exactly is this? I’ve never heard of anyone in your Flame School this powerful.” Harland analyzed.
“You’re saying more today than in all the years I’ve known you.” Shirley Wilian remarked with a sigh.
“Stop watching the show; my rocky city wall isn’t invincible.” Harland cast a cold glare at his two slack teammates; as for the other useless one, he didn’t bother watching.
The rocky city wall, riddled with craters, quickly began repairing itself.
The earth element filled all the gaps, restoring it perfectly.
It was clear his rocky city wall was not only solid and thick but also had a powerful magic repair effect. To break it, one would need to destroy the entire wall in an instant.
“That guy…” Hong Lion grew increasingly annoyed. The one thing he hated most was others praising someone else.
He craned his neck to look at Bemore hiding behind the Wall of Thorns, his face full of jealousy.
Just an undercover agent daring to embarrass himself like that!?
“Our fireball attacks are too weak and pathetic, a complete mess, completely useless against the opponent, just scratching their backs.” Shirley Wilian mocked mercilessly, showing no respect and putting immense pressure on her teammates.
“Why aren’t you acting? Are you just trying to waste my magic power?” Earth Child Harland urged.
The two were openly mocking Hong Lion. So arrogant and flashy, what rubbish perfect fireballs?
“Bemore, you despicable traitor! Pathetic Witch!” Hong Lion’s face turned pitch black upon hearing this but dared not argue; all he could do was shout curses at Bemore from above.
Bemore knew he was targeting her tiny dragon bullets.
“Chǔ!” The edge of the rocky city wall exploded where the dragon bullet struck, sending chunks of rubble flying.
Hong Lion jumped in fright, activating a Magic Shield to block the flying rock fragments.
But Harland controlled those fragments, stopping them midair so they wouldn’t hit teammates.
It was rather embarrassing—Hong Lion acted like a startled bird.
But it didn’t matter; he was only there to fill in. His role was to use fireballs to drain the Nun of Atonement’s magic power.
Yet, even after the Wall of Thorns bent under a round of fireballs, it remained steadfast without any sign of damage.
“This Nun’s magic wall isn’t weaker than my rocky wall.” Harland observed for a moment, then praised the Nun of Atonement’s Magic Shield.
After all, as an earth mage, magic shields were his main research focus, so he could tell the Wall of Thorns was extraordinary, not an ordinary Magic Shield.
“Her magic has a [Magic Corrosion] effect, halving the damage of spell attacks, then halving it again.” Hong Lion explained.
Harland listened, feeling something odd.
Why did he know this information? But he didn’t ask further—perhaps this was the Flame School’s secret technique.
“I’ve figured out the secret behind that girl’s flame magic—it’s [Magic Compression]. She compresses her magic to the extreme, maximizing the spell’s penetration and explosive power. Truly a genius. Harland, her talent rivals ours. Even I can’t compress my magic to that extent.” Shirley Wilian suddenly had a flash of insight and finally understood the White-haired Witch’s uniqueness.
Hearing this, Orange Lion’s smile faded, sensing a hint of crisis.
“Still chatting? The enemy’s attack is coming.” Harland was speechless.
“Alright, my fighting spirit is ignited. Such a rare opponent deserves my attention. I’ll deal with them; you all take a rest.” Shirley Wilian finally lowered her crossed arms.
The next moment, a gust of wild wind enveloped her body, transforming her into a small whirlwind as she slowly lifted off the ground and flew into the air.
Seeing this, the other three teammates showed envious eyes—this was an irreplaceable flying magic.
Shirley Wilian directly leapt over the rocky city wall, landing sharply before the enemy’s formation.
Alone, she landed in the empty space between the two magic walls, needing neither her teammates’ support nor Harland’s protection, presenting an invincible posture.
“Witch Wei, Nun, Beast Woman, let me, Shirley Wilian, show you my power!” Shirley Wilian floated midair, hands controlling the winds as spirals gathered in her palms. She roared arrogantly.
“Why am I left out?” Priestess Rebecca covered her ears and hid behind the Wall of Thorns, unhappy to hear this.
“Niubao, don’t move around. Hide well.” Samimi smiled. “Niubao, get ready to strike!”