The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!

Even Bai San only knows a little about it, but the Bai Family's cultivation method is not exactly a proper Immortal Cultivation Method.

"Alas, a rotten tree cannot be carved, a summer insect cannot discuss ice."

Panda felt the frustration of being dressed in splendid robes only to find the village full of blind men.

"In short, either you listen to orders now, or I'll kill you first to set an example. With the impending threat, I have no time to argue with you."

Liu Zheng turned his gaze back to the Yaksha, speaking in a chilly tone.

The others eyed them fiercely as well.

Originally, the Dark Elves were not their match; in such a confined space, if they all pounced together, the Yaksha and her group would only be left to be ravaged.

"With the impending threat, you want to fight amongst ourselves first?"

The Yaksha seized upon his words to retort.

"An unreliable teammate is more terrifying than an enemy. I'll count to three."

"Three!"

"Two!"

Liu Zheng raised his hand, ready to strike.

"My sisters and I also need the Qi Dispersal Formation."

Yaksha spoke up.

"Is that possible?"

He looked at Panda.

"My Qi Dispersal Technique cannot be used on other living beings yet. But I have this."

Panda pulled a blue bead from the floral bundle.

"This is a Qi Dispersal Bead. When carried, it has the same effect as the Qi Dispersal Technique. However, the range is very small, only about a circle around oneself."

"Is it good enough now?"

Liu Zheng handed the Qi Dispersal Bead to the Yaksha.

Yaksha was still unwilling, but there was no choice.

"Uparla, Makuchita!"

She spoke a string of the Dark Elf language to several witches.

The witches nodded and then sliced open their own chests one by one.

The bright red blood flowed from the snowy and towering valleys, creating a tantalizing scene for the males in the vehicle to feast their eyes on.

The witches ignored their gazes, chanting spells to condense the blood into scarlet daggers.

Then they took the Blood Daggers, stabbing them one by one into the Yaksha's chest and merging them into her body.

With each dagger inserted, the Yaksha's face grew a shade rosier.

When all the Blood Daggers were inserted, her complexion was as vividly ripe as an overripe peach.

The other witches, however, turned pale as paper, collapsing like sugar figures melted by the sun.

"Take care of my sisters. I don't want them to suffer any humiliation."

Yaksha said gravely.

Dark Elves are a conservative yet open race, but now was clearly not the time for openness.

"Don't worry, my people are all moral examples of the Metropolis, paragons of conscience."

Liu Zheng assured them.

Of course, the premise was that he was present.

Yaksha looked at him and did not refute.

She placed the Qi Dispersal Bead inside her bust, and then pulled out a strangely shaped Magic Wand from the loincloth.

At the tip of the wand was an inverted blind spider, with each of its eight legs inlaid with a bead of different color.

The red bead corresponded to Aquesia of the Flamewind (Aqshy).

The azure bead corresponded to Azyr of the Heaven.

The golden bead corresponded to Chamon of the Metal.

The brown bead corresponded to Ghur of the Beast.

The verdant bead corresponded to Ghyran of the Life.

The pure white bead corresponded to Hysh of the Light.

The violet bead corresponded to Shyish of the Death.

The gray bead corresponded to Ulgu of the Shadow.

The eight beads represented the Magic Eight Winds, which were the source of Yaksha's Magic Power.

Despite how far the Yaksha's homeland was from the Metropolis, it was the presence of their migrating kin that allowed the Metropolis to connect with the power of the Magic Eight Winds.

As for how much commission the Metropolis took from it, only it knew.

"The Dark Sect: Soul Tremor!"

Once she stepped out of the Qi Dispersal Formation, Yaksha immediately took action.

Despite being named Soul Tremor, the magic did not target the enemy's soul but directly summoned a magical storm.

Purple Magic Lightning entangled at an astonishing density, resembling snakes in the act of mating.

"Boom!!!"

"Crackle! Crackle!"

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The dense sounds of various electric currents filled the air, creating a terrifying symphony as the outer petals quickly turned to ash.

Yet the seemingly endless severed flowers continued to converge towards the mountains; the magical storm's destruction seemed like a drop in the bucket.

"The Dark Sect: Arnzipher's Black Terror!"

Yaksha paused for a moment, then unleashed a new magic.

A rolling black cloud was summoned from the gap in the dimensional wall, countless distorted human faces embedded on its surface struggled desperately to escape, but it was all in vain.

Inside the black cloud grew sticky tentacles dancing among the flower clusters, attaching petals to themselves and dragging them into another space.

"Phew!"

The Yaksha let out a sigh of relief.

"Soul Tremor" and "Arnzipher's Black Terror" are both spells that consume a lot, but "Arnzipher's Black Terror" consumes energy based on the resistance of the one being attacked. If the resistance is not intense, the energy consumption can be much less than "Soul Tremor".

Judging by the current consumption, she could sustain until half the mountain's petals are dragged away.

By then, no matter what, Liu Zheng couldn't accuse her of not trying hard enough.

"This woman is quite capable."

Doctor Nile commented.

"Otherwise, I would have taken her down long ago, and wouldn't have been dilly-dallying with her for so long."

Liu Zheng laughed.

"Looks all shady and suspicious."

The Panda said disdainfully.

Look at its spells, so beautiful with radiant clouds or yin-yang energies, at worst, glittering gold — clearly from the Mystical Sect, with an air of immortality.

"Who are you calling names, you bear?"

Darker than the cloud, Doctor Nile said squinting his eyes.

"Of course, that disheveled donkey-eared woman, not you, mummy zombie, don't take it personally."

The Panda said, with an innocent look.

"I remember you bears like to eat honey, right?"

Doctor Nile said.

"Yeah, honey is delicious. When I was little and didn't want to practice martial arts, my master used to coax me with honey."

The Panda said, reminiscing with a look of nostalgia.

"Fine, then forget about my royal jelly and honey beer."

Doctor Nile said coldly.

"I was wrong, mummy zombie. I'll never badmouth you again."

The Panda immediately admitted defeat.

"Ha, can't I control you?"

Doctor Nile said proudly.

As the father of a Zhi Zhang Immortal Species girl, he had ample experience dealing with unruly kids.

Seeing the Yaksha seemed prepared for a prolonged battle, the unknown entity made its move.

The flowers dancing in the air gathered, forming the shape of a cylinder with two spheres.

"???"

Liu Zheng showed an indescribable expression.

Really, is it appropriate to pose such beautiful flowers this way?

Call it Break-root Flower and it has to pose like a big root? What if it's called Gutgrass, would it have to be shaped into a Nine-turned Intestine?

"Wow, so realistic."

The Panda exclaimed in admiration.

"Young ones shouldn't curse."

He covered the Panda's mouth.

"???"

This time it was the Panda who was puzzled.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the "intimate" interaction between Liu Zheng and the Panda, Niu Daji was so jealous his eyes turned green.

Why couldn't he think of such captivating lines to attract the boss's attention?

"Boom!"

The floral big root aimed directly at the Yaksha, then shot out a yellow smoke with a loud noise akin to a cannon barrage.

And the power of the high-pressure smoke lived up to its noise level, piercing through the black cloud straight towards the Yaksha.

"Shadow Magic: Dark Abyss!"

The Yaksha unhurriedly raised her magic wand, the gray Treasure Bead among the eight gems on the staff's head lit up.

The shadow at her feet rose, forming an irregular Teleportation Gate in front of her.

The high-pressure smoke then hit the shadow, falling into the Shadow Realm.

"Doctor, look how creative she is. Unlike you, praising the sun all day."

Liu Zheng teased.

"Hmph, look at her subordinates."

Doctor Nile gestured with his hand.

He glanced over, seeing the once lively witches now had numerous wrinkles on their faces, their black hair turning white.

"My spells, though single-function, are like appliances made with strict standards and quality materials: simple to operate, durable, and safe with no risk."

"This woman's spells, however, are like potions produced from underground black clinics, unreliable in effect and potentially fatal to the creator during the making process."

"If it were you, which would you choose?"

Doctor Nile inquired.

"Me? I'd choose to buy you home for personal use, and use her on others hoping for a miracle cure."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.