Chapter 37

These two guys are no different from cowards.

Not only were they retreating, but the High Elders of the Black Fox Clan standing at the front were also retreating.

Even their chieftain was instantly slain by the opponent's magician.

If they don't retreat, are they just waiting to die?

Behind them, seeing their chieftain killed in an instant and the High Elders retreating, the Black Foxes, though numerous, had lost their core, standing there helplessly, unsure what to do.

Some had already begun to harbor thoughts of retreat!

The entire force's morale plummeted by more than half.

As for the other Fox Tribes, they had merely come to fill numbers; many had been forced to send troops out of fear of the Black Fox Clan's tyranny.

Many of these tribes had sent only the old, weak, sick, and infirm—now, seeing this situation, they all wished the Black Fox Clan would lose.

Because the Black Fox Clan had oppressed the other Fox Tribes too brutally!

Seeing this, a man with strange symbols on his face stepped forward from the Black Fox ranks and said:

"Do not retreat! I'll handle this magician—everyone, follow me!"

As he spoke, the man with the strange symbols muttered incantations, and the symbols on his face glowed brightly.

"The Grand Shaman! It's the Grand Shaman! The Grand Shaman is still alive—follow the Grand Shaman!"

A tall Black Fox warrior shouted.

The Grand Shaman's appearance restored confidence in many Black Fox warriors; they gripped their weapons and charged toward Chengzhai behind him.

"Prepare!"

Behind the hedge, the White Fox Chieftain raised her hand, and dozens of archers nocked their bows.

Though their arrows were made of wood, their lethality was not weak—especially against the Black Fox warriors who carried only simple wooden shields.

"Fire!"

At the White Fox Chieftain's command, dozens of arrows flew forth.

These arrows had short range—only a few dozen meters.

Seeing this, some Black Fox warriors raised their wooden shields to protect vital areas.

But still, over a dozen Black Fox warriors were struck and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

More Black Fox warriors had already closed in.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a long line of flame erupted before the hedge; several Black Fox warriors who had rushed forward too fast were engulfed, their bodies burning instantly.

Behind the hedge, Sister Qing Ling continuously cast spells, killing Black Fox warriors with ranged attacks.

Beside her, a dozen magic apprentices were also casting spells.

Thanks to Lin Yan's blessing, all these apprentices had learned fire magic.

Spells were cast continuously; each casting claimed the life of a Black Fox warrior.

Meanwhile, Xiang Mengying was dueling the Black Fox Grand Shaman.

The Black Fox Grand Shaman appeared ancient, yet he possessed Third-Rank power—he had blocked Xiang Mengying's attacks twice in succession.

"Look, that magician is held by the Grand Shaman! Don't fear—the fire here will die out soon—charge together!"

A Black Fox warrior shouted.

The flame trench before the hedge was indeed nearly extinguished.

The Black Fox Grand Shaman sneered at Xiang Mengying and made a slashing motion across his own throat!

In truth, he was the true mastermind behind the Black Fox Clan, and his authority surpassed even that of the chieftain.

That's why, after the chieftain's death, he could rally morale so quickly!

As long as these Black Fox warriors didn't retreat, their numbers alone could drown a Third-Rank magician.

Especially with him here.

He had no interest in women, so even if he captured Xiang Mengying, he planned to kill her to avenge the chieftain and strengthen his own prestige.

Behind the hedge, Xiang Mengying's face turned icy; she finally decided to use the divine art she had received from Lin Yan three days prior.

She muttered incantations, then raised her staff high.

The tip of the staff began to glow.

Then, the light grew brighter and brighter.

The Grand Shaman felt a faint unease, but he could not pinpoint its source.

"Quickly—charge, kill her!"

At that moment, the flame before the hedge finally died out; the Grand Shaman ordered.

Vast numbers of Black Fox warriors, shields raised, charged forward recklessly.

Xiang Mengying glanced coldly at the warriors, then pointed her staff at the Grand Shaman!

The Grand Shaman felt an invisible wave of energy surge toward him.

Then—

"Boom!"

Around him, a hundred-meter radius instantly became an ocean of flame!

This divine art was clearly a ranged area attack.

But the area of effect was simply too vast!

That was because Xiang Mengying was only Third-Rank!

If her magician rank were higher, the divine art's power would be greater.

"Ahh!"

The High Priest screamed as he burned, the symbols on his face lighting up all at once as he tried to rush out of the flames' range.

But before he had taken two steps, he was swallowed by the flames and turned to ash.

It wasn't only him.

In that area, several hundred Black Fox warriors were also crowded together.

But at that moment, all of these Black Fox warriors turned to ash in an instant.

One strike, killing several hundred Black Fox warriors and a Black Fox High Priest who was also Third Rank!

If it weren't for divine arts, no Third Rank mage could have done this!

But Meng Ying did it!

The force of this strike made every charging warrior on the battlefield pause.

These warriors stared dumbly at that land of flames, their faces turning pale one by one.

The feeling of impending doom welled up in all of their hearts.