At this moment, even the Desire Witch—who had just been harboring a frivolous attitude—could not help but realize that the situation was dire.
Lando’s aura had clearly retracted back into her body, no longer as sharp and exposed as before, but she still felt as if Lando’s military knife, barely a meter long, could at any moment pierce through her chest and slice open her heart.
But that was impossible.
Lando’s current magical power was already nearly one-fifth of her true body’s strength; dealing with a C-rank Magical Girl should be more than enough.
The Desire Witch’s thoughts were not wrong.
If this were any other C-rank, she would probably have already been pinned down, ravaged, and turned into a lover after one night.
But she was currently fighting inside Lando’s dreamscape, facing off against a Lando far stronger than a typical C-rank.
Even if she had torn a rift between the Second Layer and Third Layer Dreamscape, it couldn’t change the fact that the battlefield belonged to Lando.
Though it sounded mystical, here, things Lando wished for were far more likely to happen.
For example, her anger was about to reach its peak after just two minutes.
Lando had long wanted to land a brutal punch on this utterly shameless vixen’s face.
But the battle had dragged on for so long that her Corruption Rate had already reached a shocking 37%, bringing some symptoms upon her as well.
It made it difficult to concentrate, and when she closed her eyes, she struggled to precisely locate the Desire Witch’s position.
Those wildly writhing tentacles were just too distracting to her senses.
“Planning to blindly attack again? Hah, I suggest you save your strength.”
The Desire Witch sneered coldly.
Although she sensed that Lando had the potential for a sudden burst of power and that her current strength alone might not be enough to stop it, she actually had a hidden ace up her sleeve.
As a Concept Body, she could briefly turn into a loose concept and evade Lando’s attacks.
This was something Su Mu’s scan hadn’t revealed.
Watching Lando rein in her magical edge, the Desire Witch was ready to shift into conceptualization at any moment.
As long as she wasn’t hit by magic, being conceptualized made her immune to all forms of physical attacks.
But there was not even a trace of magical energy on Lando’s military knife at the moment, so it couldn’t possibly harm her.
“Had your fill of laughing? It’s time to end this.”
Lando’s voice came suddenly, calm and indifferent, yet it immediately stopped the Desire Witch’s smirk.
Because the tone was so like her own—detached, cold, and unruffled—each word a statement of fact or an order, carrying an unyielding authority.
“Then let me see how you plan to end this.”
Lando took a deep breath, fully immersing her consciousness in perception, locking tightly onto the Desire Witch.
As long as she was fast enough to leave no room for reaction, there was no worry of missing her attack.
A roar echoed deep within her chest, a sign of accumulating rage.
In that instant, the frenzy inside her ignited, forcing every last bit of magic within her to burn brighter.
Before sealing her victory, who would dare gamble all their magic?
Lando would.
She knew Su Mu, trapped inside the Mango Box, was already in a perilous state and had to be extracted immediately.
There was no time to waste.
The blue-haired girl took a gentle step forward.
The next moment, the ground behind her suddenly collapsed.
Seeing this, the Desire Witch’s breath hitched.
She intended to use her tentacles to interfere, but the next moment her entire body was engulfed by an intensely scorching wave.
The smooth, slick mucus on her tentacles quickly evaporated with sizzling screams, as if being burnt at the stake, enduring the fury of Lando’s anger.
Rage quietly arrived.
Lando’s water-blue hair remained unchanged, but her pale purple eyes now blazed like lightning.
The step she had just taken hadn’t been powered yet—it was to better unleash the force within her on the next step—
A short yet deafening explosion ripped through the dreamscape’s dojo, which could no longer hold and shattered, as if torn apart by an invisible giant hand.
The origin of all the cracks gathered at the very spot where Lando had just stepped.
But where was Lando?
It could no longer be said she vanished from sight in an instant.
Her speed lingered on the retina far beyond the 0.1-second limit of normal human reaction.
If the enemy were just an ordinary monster, they would likely have lost their head before noticing her flash past.
Even for the near-B-rank Desire Witch, it was only after a brief daze that she realized the razor-sharp tip had already pierced a full finger’s width into her waist.
The massive sonic boom echoed slowly after, nearly shattering the Desire Witch’s eardrums.
But the most terrifying was the dazzling military knife, slicing through the air like it was underwater, aiming to decapitate her in one strike.
To avoid the death shadow descending on her, the Desire Witch had no choice but to instantly conceptualize herself, her body shattering into countless flying fragments, engulfing Lando’s military knife.
Conceptualization erased the physical form, allowing her to evade the blade, but simultaneously, those black fragments surged toward Lando, trying to use the Desire Witch’s concept to destroy her sanity.
Lando’s tightly shut eyes furrowed slightly.
She felt the resistance beneath her hand suddenly vanish.
Did that mean she missed?
Had it been dodged…?
“You hit her!”
A voice as thin as a mosquito’s buzz flashed through Lando’s mind—it was Su Mu, already on the verge of her limit.
Saying she was at her limit wasn’t quite accurate; after all, her fingers were still some distance from fully piercing her own magic.
But at least her spirit was nearing its endurance threshold.
Had she really hit her?
“That’s right. She’s been split in two!”
The next moment, the military knife flashed icy blue light again, streaking through the surrounding fragments like lightning, striking them one by one and dragging them back into human form.
The Desire Witch’s eyes widened in shock, her delicate face now only a mask of astonishment.
Her vision spun, and the final image before her was an endless black sky.
Her conceptualization had actually been forcibly undone?
What a terrifying power.
Come to think of it, this was the first time she had lost to Lando.
But this time, it seemed she hadn’t even unleashed her full strength.
The Desire Witch’s upper body, lying on the ground, and her still-standing lower half gradually dissolved into black mist and drifted away.
Lando exhaled with relief, loosening her grip on the military knife.
The military uniform she wore seemed to flow away in streaks of light, the remaining tattered clothes nearly shredded into strips during the battle.
Her slender yet well-proportioned figure, along with her snow-white skin stained with some blood, was fully exposed to the air, but she no longer cared.
She had to get Su Mu out of the box first.
Fortunately, the surrounding tentacles had not immediately vanished.
Otherwise, the Mango Box wrapped within might have already drifted to an unknown depth.
Lando pressed down on the box and easily tore open the seal.
The next moment—
A pair of soft, elastic mounds slammed heavily against her cheek, obstructing her breathing.
At the same time, countless strands of pink hair fell beside her, tickling her skin.
The girl trapped in the box was the first to rush forward, arms tightly wrapped around Lando’s body.
Her softness left Lando at a loss on how to proceed.
Just as Su Mu had said, if she really made a move, she might not know what to do.
“Don’t, don’t fool around. Let’s get out first.”
But when Lando’s gaze met Su Mu’s eyes, sparkling with peach-shaped highlights, she froze.
“I can’t take it anymore. Help me, I can’t reach it myself!”