“Mm, I didn’t expect Su Lihua to have such a powerful artifact.”
Ling Xiaoyou manipulated the surrounding water, condensing it into several sharp swords that pierced the Devil in front of her.
Then she turned and drew her bow, shooting an arrow directly through a Devil’s head at close range.
She looked at Su Lihua, who was chasing a group of Devils, but felt a bit puzzled, the same confusion as with the first Devil that had been erased.
If Su Lihua had such a powerful artifact, what was she afraid of before?
Wouldn’t it have been better to just charge forward?
Ling Xiaoyou scratched her little head in confusion, thinking maybe it was just one of Su Lihua’s unique quirks?
Like pretending to be weak to fool others or something.
But it was also possible that this ‘silly deer’ simply forgot she had an artifact on her.
Ling Xiaoyou thought, feeling the spiritual power in her body, which had mostly recovered, then looked at the Devils with ferocious faces and burly bodies.
As Devils who could participate in Sacrifice, both their strength and willpower far surpassed those Devils who could not and only fled.
Even when faced with Su Lihua’s terrifying artifact, Ling Xiaoyou’s overwhelming power, or even Bai Shuanglian, who could fight the Demon Bishop to a standstill, they showed no fear.
All they thought about was eliminating those who disrupted the ritual.
Ling Xiaoyou had to admit she admired this kind of willpower that feared neither life nor death.
So…she would simply make these Devils lose consciousness!
Spiritual power surged, and the nearly full spiritual energy within her was instantly emptied.
Ling Xiaoyou’s already pale and delicate face turned even whiter, but she kept her gaze fixed on the Devils charging toward her.
Then, her beautiful crimson eyes glowed faintly.
In the next moment, it was as if an invisible gaze pierced through the Devils’ flesh, striking directly at their souls.
The Devils all froze, their eyes growing vacant, like soulless corpses.
“Huff~ Huff~”
Seeing this, Ling Xiaoyou relaxed, gasping for breath.
To be honest, targeting so many Devils at once—even ones not weaker than herself—as the target of was still a bit too much.
If there had been one or two more Devils, she might have failed to cast it.
But fortunately, Ling Xiaoyou succeeded! Everything was within her expectations!
Standing in the flowing water, she rested for a bit, recovering a little spiritual power—not much, but enough for now.
She raised the Yunshui Bow, drew the string, and injected spiritual power, causing a water-blue arrow to appear on the bow.
“Humph, now that they’ve turned into stationary targets, I refuse to believe I can still miss!”
Ling Xiaoyou snorted proudly, aiming at one Devil already lost in the illusion of Meimeng, and released the bowstring.
The arrow shot forward.
***
“Huff, huff, are you really not worried about your two companions?”
“I’ve already summoned all the Devils here. Your companions are probably being ripped apart right now!”
Amid the collapsed ruins, the Demon Bishop wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinning crazily.
There was no longer any trace of the compassionate priest; only madness remained.
A sword light tore through the swirling dust, heading straight for the Demon Bishop.
But the Revelation in his hand moved without wind, and a blood-red magic circle appeared in the sword’s path, thick, grotesque tentacles bursting forth.
The tentacles grabbed the intangible sword light and crushed it, scattering it into countless specks of light.
“How many times have you used this move? You should know it’s useless—”
The Demon Bishop hadn’t finished speaking when a slender figure rushed out of the smoke, an ice-blue longsword slashing down, burning with golden flames like the sun.
Bai Shuanglian was in bad shape too, with small wounds all over her body and a chaotic aura.
Clearly, with just Golden Core Stage power, fighting the Nascent Soul Stage Demon Bishop in his lair was pushing her limits.
If it weren’t for the endless traps everywhere, Bai Shuanglian might have already suppressed the Demon Bishop and gained the upper hand.
With a slash imbued with Yang Flame, the Demon Bishop hurriedly dodged.
Even though Yang Flame wasn’t exactly a Devil’s weakness, being burned by this sun-infused fire was unbearable even for a Devil.
Damn it, does this woman really not waver no matter what I say?!
Dodging the slash, the Demon Bishop cursed inwardly.
Throughout the fight, he had tried to provoke Bai Shuanglian into making a mistake with words, but she was like a killing machine without emotion, utterly unaffected, even when he used the power granted by the Master.
Seeing his attack avoided, Bai Shuanglian formed a hand seal with her left hand.
Spiritual power within her body surged wildly, rivaling even a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.
The Demon Bishop’s expression changed.
He kicked off the ground and retreated rapidly.
Instantly, a magic circle one meter in diameter appeared where he had stood, and golden flames with the might to burn mountains and boil seas erupted outward.
There was no doubt: if the Demon Bishop hadn’t dodged, he would have been hit by the attack.
He wouldn’t have died immediately, but most of his combat ability would have been lost.
Looking at Bai Shuanglian advancing again, the Demon Bishop clicked his tongue.
Who’s the real villain here?
Why does it feel like I’m the one being bullied?!
***
“Huff~ Finally done!”
Ling Xiaoyou wiped nonexistent sweat from her forehead, sighing in relief.
Before her, the Devils that had been standing dumbly now lay collapsed on the ground, their bodies pierced by wounds of varying sizes.
Blood poured from their wounds, spreading across the Water-Soaked Golden Mountain and blooming like brilliant crimson roses.
“Mm, at least my accuracy improved a little. That’s good!”
Ling Xiaoyou stared at her ‘masterpiece’ in silence for a moment, then muttered with a slight pang of guilt for reasons she couldn’t explain.
If these dead Devils knew that she always drew her bow but kept missing, or that even when she hit, it was always some weird, non-lethal spot, they’d probably crawl out of hell to fight her all over again.
Hmm, but what happens to Devils when they die in Donghuang?
Do they reincarnate in hell, or do we take care of them here?
As Ling Xiaoyou pondered, she heard footsteps splashing through the water, approaching from a distance.
She instantly grew alert, conjuring an arrow on the Yunshui Bow.
If it’s a Devil, I’ll blow its head off with one shot!
Hopefully, I can actually hit!
But soon, Ling Xiaoyou relaxed and looked at Su Lihua, who seemed weak from spiritual power loss.
“Is it over?”
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