When Maisie joined the battle with Nightingale, the situation reversed instantly.

The demon roared in anger. Bèipo gave up chasing the agile Lightning, rolled over, and swooped down, lunging straight at Maisie. The arm that was still not fully recovered was raised again, and rapidly swelled, cracks appearing on the surface, spraying out blood mist.

This attack was still powerful, but the thrown spear no longer had the initial power. At least Nightingale could barely capture the trajectory of the spear shaft.

"Maisie!" She patted the giant beast under her, then unfolded the mist and stepped forward.

"Awoo—Goo!" Maisie's shape rapidly shrank at the same time, turning back into a pigeon.

The huge target suddenly disappeared, and the spear whizzed past between them, falling into the sea.

And the next moment, Nightingale, who appeared from the mist, returned to the back of the evil beast Maisie, the entire evasion process flowing smoothly.

The demon let out a painful wail, and its arm began to contract inward, eventually breaking apart inch by inch, like a branch that had lost its moisture. But its left hand still tightly grasped the reins, manipulating the mount to crash directly into the two, seemingly wanting to die together.

Maisie obviously wouldn't let it have its way. Just as they were about to collide, she suddenly sank, brushing past the enemy. When she regained her balance, Nightingale had disappeared from her back.

The latter appeared behind the demon like a ghost.

The enemy frantically tried to untie the ropes securing its body, but Nightingale naturally wouldn't give it the chance.

She pulled the trigger as if venting her anger, and gunshots rang out continuously.

This round of shooting not only penetrated the armor on the demon's back, but also pierced its chest cavity. The enemy emitted a series of hoarse gasps and soon fell into the blood mist.

The evil beast, which finally lost its master, was also killed by Lightning who arrived, falling into the sea and quickly disappearing without a trace.

The Longing slowly landed on the coast.

"What should we do next?" Nightingale anxiously looked at Anna. At this time, perhaps only she could remain calm.

"After such a long delay, even with nighttime flight, the hot air balloon will not arrive in town until midnight," Anna said word by word, "Roland must be carried by Lightning and Maisie, and set off first."

"No problem, Awoo!" The huge head of the alien beast opened its bloody mouth beside her.

"I... I'm also fine, leave it to us." The little girl looked a little down, probably feeling that as an explorer, she was afraid of fighting the enemy, which led everyone into trouble.

Nightingale touched her head, "No one is born good at these things, it's not your fault."

The witches tied the unconscious Prince on Maisie's back, and the severed hand was carried by Lightning. The two quickly took off and flew towards the town along the Redwater River.

"What about us?" Wendy asked, "My magic power is running low."

"Continue flying, fly as far as you can. The enemy may send a second team to search, this is too close to the Snow Mountain, we have to leave as soon as possible." Anna said, "After we reach a safe area, we will find a hidden place to land and camp."

Her decision was unanimously approved by the remaining witches.

The Longing rose again, and now there were only five people left in the gondola.

"How did the demons find us?" Soraya asked in confusion, "The hot air balloon and basket are painted with sky camouflage, and it is difficult to distinguish even with a telescope at an altitude of more than two thousand meters."

"A huge demon," Sylvie frowned, "It was squatting on top of a black spire, with a head larger than its body, covered with countless eyes. I just glanced at it... and all its eyes looked at me. Then hundreds of demons涌 from the ground, the entire area seemed to be boiling."

"There is such a monster?" Soraya gasped.

"Not only that, but those two flying mounts are also very strange," Anna pondered, "The blood flowing out of them after being shot is not as black as ink, but dark blue - this is completely different from the mixed-species evil beasts encountered in the Devil's Month."

"On the contrary, it's similar to demons," Soraya added, "I saw that the first demon shot by Nightingale was bleeding blue."

"Are they not evil beasts?" Sylvie asked.

"I don't know... but it's great that Maisie can turn into their appearance," Wendy sighed, "If she hadn't saved Nightingale, we would probably be in danger."

"Her ability has evolved," Nightingale, who had been silent, suddenly opened her mouth, "In the mist state, I saw that the magic power in her body was no longer a rotating cyclone, but turned into a fixed appearance - a pair of unfolded white wings."

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Lightning hugged the Prince's arm, feeling guilty.

Demons were only terrifying in appearance, and not so strong in the air that she couldn't handle them. If she had left the gondola at the beginning and went to intercept the enemy, the Prince would not have been so seriously injured.

It was the inescapable responsibility of an explorer to stand up and protect his comrades. When exploring the fjord waters, Lei Ting always took the lead, leading everyone to break through one difficulty after another, whether it was fighting pirates or fighting deep-sea monsters, he never retreated a step.

Lightning realized for the first time that she was still a long way from being an outstanding explorer.

But her father also mentioned that fear can be disintegrated through cognition and familiarity, and skills can be mastered through repeated training.

She made up her mind that when the Prince's injury healed, she would ask him to give herself a special yongshouqiang, and ask Nightingale to teach herself shooting and fighting skills.

"How is the Prince, Awoo?" Maisie muttered. Compared to when she was a pigeon, her voice was hoarse and muddy, like the wind blowing out of a stone cave, "I feel his body is getting cold, Awoo."

The little girl clenched her fists and turned to fly onto Maisie's back.

Roland's eyes were closed, his lips were pale, matched with his messy gray hair, making him look lifeless. The blood on his clothes had solidified, and the scorched wound looked terrible. She gently placed her hand on the other's neck, and a faint pulse proved that the Prince was still alive, but the touch of her fingertips was frighteningly cold.

"How much magic power do you have left?" Lightning estimated the distance, "We have to go at full speed."

"Okay, Awoo!"

When the two arrived in Border Town, the little girl already felt dizzy. The high speed not only consumed magic power quickly, but also put a great burden on the body. She gritted her teeth, used her last strength to land directly in the castle forecourt, and shouted to the guards who heard the movement and rushed over with guns, "Quickly call Nana Waxiaojie, the Prince is injured!"