Chapter 1791: Rising to Fame (19)

Four hundred elves stared at Tang Ruan and all charged over.

Like starving dogs pouncing on food.

Even more like mad ghosts descending the mountain.

Tang Ruan was not afraid in the slightest.

She only sighed softly: "How pitiful, but there's no helping it. Come at me first, just don't hurt my lord and the sisters behind me…"

Pang Hai gave a cold laugh.

"Rage Art? Childish! Muna, dispel it for them."

"Yes, my lord."

Pang Hai's heroine Muna swept her fingers sideways, and yellow light surged.

The four hundred female elves instantly had the Rage Art dispelled, shifted their targets again, and charged toward the female soldiers.

Tang Ruan had originally wanted to use the Rage Art one more time, but she stopped.

Because she could tell the opponent was using a Cleansing Art, which not only removes abnormal statuses but also grants immunity for one minute. Using it now would just be a waste of spiritual power—she had to wait at least one minute before trying again.

And factoring in the opponent's spiritual pressure and other conditions, the duration might be even longer; one minute probably still wouldn't be enough.

Zhao Chi shook his head.

Under these circumstances it was clear something was off with the enemy; he had to put away his sympathy.

Although those female elves were pitiful—victims—there was no helping it.

Everything still had to prioritize the safety of their own side above all else.

Now they could only treat them as enemies to be dealt with.

Zhao Chi ordered: "It's fine, Tang Ruan, come back first. Zhuang Ya, you take over!"

"Sigh, alright."

Tang Ruan retreated, clearing the front.

Zhuang Ya had already pulled out fire oil and doused herself with it.

She called out loudly: "All mages, attention! Gather fireballs in both hands simultaneously, fire at will!"

"Yes!"

The fifty female mages instantly gathered fireballs in both hands and fired rapidly.

Swish swish swish swish swish!

Swish swish swish swish swish!

The fireballs were dense and fine.

Each female mage's hands kept producing fireballs without pause.

Zhuang Ya in particular seemed to have turned into a double-barreled machine gun, spraying away with a whoosh whoosh whoosh.

However, those female elves not only had high movement speed, their evasion was equally outstanding.

They only needed to slightly adjust their charging direction to easily dodge the incoming fireballs.

Of the first round's hundred-plus fireballs launched, fewer than twenty female elves were hit—a hit rate under twenty percent.

Large numbers of fireballs grazed past the female elves and struck the ground behind them.

Yet the fireballs that did hit them were extremely effective.

Boom.

Crash!

When the fireballs struck the female elves, it was like smashing an egg—instantly shattering them into pieces, dead on the spot.

Huh?

That fragile?

"Dead… dead?" Zhuang Ya stared ahead in astonishment.

Zhao Chi was also very puzzled.

One fireball killed them?

That fragile?

Were they really just ordinary female elves?

But things definitely couldn't be this simple, right?

Qi Yue asked: "My lord, could these female elves have been sent out specifically to absorb the first wave of damage? To wear down our spiritual techniques?"

Tang Ruan frowned: "Is that so? It does seem to make some sense… I just used the Rage Art and burned through quite a bit of spiritual power, and now Sister Zhuang and the mage sisters have also expended a lot of fireball energy, but those elves' evasion is too high—barely any hits landed. If we had archers, we'd waste a ton of arrows for nothing too."