As Alita Miller grew exhausted, Horton Martin stepped forward.
No matter how different their factions were, when faced with danger, they would still choose to join forces.
"The radiance of flas falls, dispelling all evil, leaving darkness nowhere to hide—Flare of the Firelight!"
With the incantation, a dazzling light erupted from Horton Martin's staff. Strong fire elents converged from all directions, quickly forming a fireball that floated above everyone like a miniature sun.
"Ahhh!"
In an instant, bloodcurdling screams echoed as the monstrous wolf-like creatures were engulfed in flas, burning their skin and flesh.
Seeing this, Dean Bruce nodded slightly and thought to himself, [Even though he's changed his aura and appearance, he's still using fire magic. It seems that people like Alita Miller, who can master multiple elental magics, are quite rare.]
The more Dean Bruce interacted with Alita, the more he sensed how unusual she was, and the more wary he beca of her.
Although Horton Martin's spell caused the wolf-like creatures to hesitate briefly, and they seed to suffer greatly, it wasn't enough to kill them!
On the contrary, after their skin had been scorched, the monsters beca even more ferocious. Their howls echoed one after another, and they dropped to the ground, rolling around like real wolves.
Sizzle—
As they rolled, the flas gradually extinguished. The next mont, they leaped forward suddenly, their sharp claws swiping through the air, capable of slashing the throats of anyone who couldn't dodge in ti.
Even though the group reacted quickly, they couldn't completely avoid the swift attacks. Shoulders or chests were grazed by the claws, and blood spurted out instantly.
At this mont, the woman who had previously obstructed Lina Jones no longer hid in the background. She stepped forward, clutching a thick book, her lips moving silently as if reciting sothing in a low whisper.
Buzz—
In the next instant, a silver radiance burst forth from the book, transforming into shimring light screens that enveloped everyone on the battlefield.
Even Dean Bruce was no exception. Almost the mont he was covered by the light, he was astonished to feel countless elents and magical energy swirling around him, rushing into his body. His mind beca incredibly clear, far sharper than before.
Not only that, but when the wolf-like monsters charged forward again, colorful flashes of different elents appeared and repelled them, sending the creatures crashing heavily onto the ground.
"Hurry and strike! Don't just stand there! I can't maintain this magic for long!"
As the trembling voice rang out, everyone snapped back to reality. Taking advantage of the mont, they rushed forward, fiercely attacking the fallen, bizarre creatures.
Horton Martin swiftly retreated, raising his staff high as he chanted, "As long as hope remains, even in the bitterest winter, the flas shall endure! Sparks... shall ignite the prairie!"
Boom—
The staff slamd into the ground, and in an instant, a strange force surged through the entire mountain range. The dying flas on the bodies of the monsters and the grassy hills around them flared up again, burning with renewed intensity.
Crackle, crackle!
The sound of the roaring fire filled the air. The flas burned even hotter and more ferociously than before. No matter how the strange creatures writhed on the ground, they could not extinguish the fire.
The screams beca more and more pitiful, causing the group to stumble backward in horror. Fortunately, the wails soon grew weaker, and within monts, the creatures' twisting bodies stilled, collapsing lifeless on the charred ground.
When everyone looked closer, they gasped in shock. Even Dean Bruce's brow lifted slightly.
The strange creatures had been reduced to nothing but skeletons, their bodies turned into piles of ash scattered across the scorched earth.
Horton Martin began to cough violently, his face turning slightly pale. Clearly, casting those two spells back-to-back had taken a significant toll on him.
Looking around and confirming that all the strange creatures had been killed, everyone let out a long breath of relief, finally able to relax their tense nerves.
"That old man didn't lie to us, did he? Hmph, the monsters he claid were once his tribesn are all dead now, and we still haven't communicated with the Moon God!"
"Exactly! He said he'd help us deal with those monsters, but in the end, we had to handle it ourselves!"
Survivors of the ordeal began complaining about Ebner Mondo, but the woman who had previously stopped Lina Jones quietly closed her book and stepped toward Dean Bruce.
Noticing her approach, Lina Jones imdiately grew tense, her eyes narrowing as she focused intently on the woman.
"Your Holiness, you don't need to worry. I'm not here to lecture you," the woman said with a bitter smile. Her gaze shifted toward Dean Bruce as she spoke softly, "I just wanted to apologize to you. I was wrong in my attitude before. Without your help, we really would have died here."
"I, Carol Lane, sincerely thank you!"
After speaking, Carol Lane bowed respectfully to Dean Bruce.
There was no trace of pretense in her gesture. After all, from her perspective, Alita Miller and Horton Martin were both under Dean Bruce's command. It was Dean Bruce's side that had dealt with both the specter and the strange creatures. How could she not offer her thanks?
Lina Jones exhaled softly, silently relieved that her secret apprenticeship hadn't been discovered.
As the saying goes, "You don't hit a smiling face." Carol Lane's polite deanor made it impossible for Dean Bruce to remain cold. Nodding slightly, he said, "Since we're allies, it's only natural we face the dangers together. Rest up and recover; we still have to deal with the outsiders later."
Carol Lane nodded again, offering another small bow to Dean Bruce before taking Lina Jones with her to join the followers of the Temple of Wisdom to rest and recover.
Alita Miller, Horton Martin, and the others remained silent, sitting down where they were to cultivate, frantically absorbing the magic in the air.
These ruins, inhabited by natives altered by the outsiders, had already proven to be formidable opponents. When they faced the actual outsiders, the battles would only beco more perilous!
If they wanted to survive and win, they had to prepare thoroughly.
Inside the ruins, there was no sun, and Dean Bruce had no idea how much ti had passed. He simply ditated in silence, waiting for Alita Miller and the others to recover their strength.
For a mont, the entire ruins seed to be engulfed in a deep, eerie quiet.
Overhead, the purple glow in the sky grew more ominous.
Once Alita Miller and her group had fully recovered, Dean Bruce wasted no ti, urging everyone to continue their climb upward.
"Awooo!"
The sound of a wolf's howl echoed once again, causing everyone to halt in their tracks, exchanging startled glances.
Sensing their unease, Dean Bruce imdiately called out in a firm voice, "Don't worry, hold your formation! Just follow the sa battle strategy as before, we can win!"
At his words, the fear in the group lessened sowhat. Yes, they had defeated them before—why should they be afraid now?
At worst, they could just regroup and rest again!
Alita Miller and Horton Martin took the lead, standing at the front, while Carol Lane once again opened her ancient to.
The howls grew louder, accompanied by the rapid thudding of footsteps. This ti, not only were there monsters appearing from above, but the strange wolf-like creatures began erging from both sides of the mountain path as well!
"Prepare for battle!"
Alita Miller shouted, casting another spell. But before the green vines could spread to entangle the bizarre creatures, dozens of purple beams of light shot down from the full moon hanging in the sky.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The purple light rained down, instantly triggering another transformation in the wolf-like monsters. Strange patterns erged on their skin, and their bodies began to swell like balloons, expanding rapidly.
In just the span of two or three breaths, they had grown to the height of two or three n, radiating an intimidating presence. Dean Bruce and the others watched in shock, their pupils contracting in disbelief.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
A series of crisp sounds echoed as the green vines shattered before they could bind the creatures. Leaves and branches scattered across the ground.
"Fall back!" soone shouted.
"Damn it, I didn't expect they could get even stronger!"
Horton Martin cursed in fear, as everyone began retreating. But the newly mutated creatures moved with astonishing speed, like bolts of lightning. Before the group could even retreat a few steps, the creatures had already surrounded them, their hulking forms blocking any route of escape.
Surrounded by the towering creatures on all sides, even Dean Bruce felt an overwhelming sense of pressure, his breath growing rapid.
"What… what do we do now?"
"Oh God! How can there be such a dangerous place?"
Cries of alarm rang out one after another. Alita Miller, Lina Jones, and the others instinctively gathered around Dean Bruce, their eyes filled with hope as they looked toward him.
In their gazes, there was a deep longing—they desperately wished for Dean Bruce to pull off another miraculous victory, just as he had before.
Dean Bruce's brow furrowed tightly. His mind raced, searching for the right spell to counter these bizarre creatures.
"Awooo!"
Another piercing wolf howl erupted, and the mutated creatures swung their now-massive claws, aiming to crush Dean Bruce and the group.
Whoosh—
The air roared as if space itself were being torn apart. The imnse pressure felt like a mountain crashing down on Dean Bruce and the others, rendering them motionless. They could only watch helplessly as the giant claws descended toward them.
But just as the claws were about to strike, a brilliant white light descended from the sky. In an instant, hundreds of the strange creatures around them seed to freeze in place, as though they had been stopped by so invisible force!
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