Iloxi's bombardment lasted for several tens of seconds.
Initially, amidst the smoke and dust woven from flames and thunder, streaks of yellow light pierced through. These beams were incredibly peculiar; they did not collide with her blasts of fire and lightning, nor could they be intercepted. They seemed like pure light.
Yet, a chilling sense of dread welled up within Iloxi.
Her 'Master-level' protective field, honed through rigorous cultivation, activated passively, extending three feet around her body. An invisible force enveloped her, repelling the incoming heatwaves and raging winds. The impact formed a visible, arc-shaped shield.
But in the next instant, the yellow beams passed through the protective field as if they had encountered nothing. The alarm bells in Iloxi's mind blared frantically. Disregarding her image as the president of the Witch Sisters, she flung herself to the side, leaving a trail of afterimages.
Shadow Step!
Her crimson figure darted dozens of meters, leaving scorched footprints on the ground. Iloxi touched the ends of her vibrant, wine-red hair; a section had withered and turned white, flaking away like powder.
Her fiery, flowing hair had broken off, the ends left ragged and coarse.
Iloxi froze.
Iloxi's face turned pale.
From pale to ashen, from ashen to darkened.
The thunder and flames around her intensified, and more prominent cracks appeared on her flushed skin, revealing a flow like lava within, as if fire was about to erupt.
She was like a cracked porcelain doll, but at this moment, her aura was undeniably more terrifying!
Firepower, magic, infinite coverage!
Meanwhile, yellow beams continued to pierce through. Iloxi, her face grim, flicked out several threads, latching onto a few still-living cultists.
With a tug, a pull.
The cultists' bodies flew towards her. As her fingers danced, she dragged them closer, positioning them directly in the path of the yellow beams.
And this time, it worked.
As the yellow light struck, the cultists' faces visibly aged. Their hair turned white, and their bodies rapidly withered, leaving behind only skeletal husks in the blink of an eye.
"Hmph!"
Iloxi's snow-white... her chin, flushed red at the edges, tilted upwards. Her hands moved ceaselessly, and thick fire dragons emerged from in front and to her sides, soaring forward like lifelike beasts, blowing the entire manor into the sky.
The dim yellow beams that shot out from the smoke and thunderfire rapidly diminished, ceasing entirely after about ten seconds. But Iloxi didn't stop. She continued to bombard, relentlessly attacking!
This time, she wouldn't let the cult priest escape her grasp again.
The head was hers.
The contribution points were hers.
All the organizational rewards were hers.
Envisioning a bright future, Iloxi couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, her laughter gradually twisting.
"Hahahaha..."
"Hohohoho..."
"Hehehehe..."
Only after bombarding for several tens of seconds, with her life energy depleted to less than a third, did she finally stop. She took out a bottle of life restoration potion and gulped it down with gusto.
Her pretty face contorted slightly.
Biting her lip, she hesitated, then pulled out a second bottle and drank it down in one go.
Then, she continued to gaze at the distant smoke and thunderous flames, occasionally glancing at the mission panel in her mind. She covered her mouth and let out a series of low chuckles, which abruptly ceased.
"Huh?"
[Hint: The Twilight Cult Priest has not yet been killed. Please hurry to track them. Current contribution has been accumulated.]
...
When the distant roars subsided, Anderson gradually poked his head out.
The entire manor had vanished in the thunderous explosion, leaving only charred remnants of buildings. A graceful figure stood amidst the inferno. Without her cloak, Anderson could see her appearance clearly.
She wore a dark red, split magic robe, with a silver lining and trousers beneath. The exposed neck, wrists, and palms emanated a faint red glow. Her wine-red hair was tied up casually.
She was now walking forward slowly, the flames parting before her wherever she went.
It was as if she were a queen commanding fire.
A fire dragon in her left hand, lightning in her right – was she not an ultimate queen? To achieve such a feat through human means, she was likely no less than that girl who commanded super abnormal entities!
Were there more than one such 'Flame Queens' among the Seedlings of Hope?
Then, who was the mysterious mentor?
Or perhaps neither of them were.
What kind of being could command the Seedlings of Hope, surpassing these two?
He couldn't imagine.
This 'Flame Queen' alone was beyond his reach. Such domineering, powerful strength, capable of destroying enemies with a wave of her hand, also stirred Anderson's heart.
Perhaps this was the grand bearing of the top-tier Seedlings of Hope.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
"My contribution points, my bounty!"
"I've been chasing this for so many days, I'm going to die of anger ahhhhhh—!"
Anderson: (⊙x⊙;)
Perhaps unimaginably powerful beings had unimaginably eccentric personalities. Well, that was quite reasonable.
Anderson silently retreated into the distance.
...
At this moment,
Several hundred kilometers away from the manor engulfed in flames, a large tree suddenly withered. From its decaying bark, a figure emerged.
This figure was in a sorry state, his clothes completely burned, leaving only a charred body. He stumbled a few steps before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
It was as if all his vitality had been drained.
But suddenly, the charred skin began to peel off with a faint crunching sound. Like a silkworm's cocoon splitting open, the body, resembling a black rod, cracked open, and a middle-aged man of ordinary appearance crawled out.
He was still wearing clothes.
Just as he was before, his vitality was brimming, showing no signs of injury.
But Priest Wawada gritted his teeth, looking towards the distance with a mixture of anger and a hint of fear.
His followers were considered reckless by many oasis dwellers, but what about that human girl controlling the flames?
She had unleashed her ultimate move from the start. Who would use their 'burst form' directly at the 'Anomalous' level?
Anomalous forms were only used when one was in a desperate situation, with no escape and nowhere to retreat. It was a trump card that cost a thousand enemy lives for eight hundred of your own.
But to enter an anomalous state so readily when clearly holding the advantage, Priest Wawada had never seen anything like it in all his years!
"Madwoman!"
"This human is absolutely mad!"
"Using her anomalous form like this, she won't live much longer. Why should this priest bother with a dead person? Let her succumb to her own mutated body and die."
His painstakingly developed cult destroyed once again, Wawada felt heartache and resentment.
But he still felt it was unnecessary to argue with a dead person.
Everything was for the greater cause, for the glory of the Master.
Wawada took out a harmonica and played an eerie tune. In an instant, several three-star abnormal entities appeared before him.
He controlled them simply with his musical notes. Mounting the bone horse of a three-star abnormal entity, the Skeleton Knight, he headed towards the nearest city.
Suddenly, he saw a girl.
A human girl with soft, black hair cascading down her back, wearing a loose-sleeved magic robe that seemed to burn like fire, with a silver-white lining.
Their eyes met, and both were startled.
A human girl appearing in such a deep mountain forest was highly irregular!
Priest Wawada roared inwardly.
Moreover, he keenly noticed the girl's robe and inner garment bore a resemblance to the flame-controlling madwoman from before! She must be one of them!
The pain of his near-death escape, having barely survived the previous encounter, was reignited.
His gaze was filled with ferocity and killing intent.
He unleashed his full power.
Twilight Descends! Vegetation Withers! The Old Days Envelop! The Divine Lord Reigns the Earth!
Power surged endlessly. Dim yellow beams were fired out like they were free.
He...
He was hit.
He lost consciousness completely.
As he teetered on the brink of darkness, he vaguely saw colossal hands emerge from the dark earth, overlapping to shield the girl, blocking all the dim yellow beams.
The priest's head was severed.
The Faceless Dancer appeared behind him; it was a fleeting blade, its body emanating a dark, netherworldly glow.
The laughing puppet also appeared, flashing illusions, dismembering the priest into a dozen pieces with swift strikes.
The next moment,
A colossal, ferocious head resembling a canine beast emerged from the netherworld, opening its maw and spitting out red-black flames, which incinerated the dismembered body.
After a while, An Jianyou meticulously inspected the surroundings and glanced at the mission prompt in her mind. Her tense, pretty face finally relaxed. She patted her chest, her silver scale armor clanking.
"So close, so close. That was truly terrifying and dangerous."
"It scared me to death."
"It's truly dead as a doornail, right? Regardless, I'll burn it a few more times."
After all abnormal entities within a radius of several kilometers were annihilated, An Jianyou nodded with satisfaction.
Now, there should be no problem.
She didn't care about earning many or few contribution points, but this was a mission assigned by her mentor, and completing it made her feel very pleased.
Humming a little tune, sipping her milk tea, An Jianyou rode her Hundred-Eyed Flying Fish away.
...
At the same time,
Outside the manor, which was now reduced to charred ruins, Iloxi was frowning, ferociously searching every inch of the ground before her.
She spat out vicious words.
Flames flickered in her eyes – not seemingly, but actually. The aftereffects of her anomalous form's contamination were manifesting on Iloxi. Her eyes were slightly mutated, constantly emitting fire. Her arms, thighs, and chest felt as if they were burning.
None of this mattered to her!
She only wanted to find the cult priest ahhhhhh—!
She pursued with all her might.
She glanced at the mission panel in her mind.
She suddenly froze.
[Hint: Mission 'Slay the Twilight Cult Priest' has been completed. In recognition of your outstanding performance in this mission, you have received an additional evaluation of 'Best Performance of the Show.' This mission is currently being settled. Please wait...]
[Ding!]
[Hint: Fire Wielder 'Iloxi,' your rewards for this mission are as follows:...]
It's gone.
My mission is gone.
My huge mission is gone.
Damn it, damn it, damn it ahhhhhh wooowooooo—
Making money is not easy. Iloxi wept.