Chapter 2008

He was the commander-in-chief.

Although his combat strength was also extremely strong, his most important job was still commanding the battle.

He stood at the very rear of the entire werewolf formation, yet he could see the situation on the distant battlefield with perfect clarity.

That couldn't even be called a battle.

It was more like a slaughter.

A slaughter of prey by hunters.

But he had thought wrong.

The prey had always been the werewolves, and the hunters had always been those female soldiers — it had never changed.

Shirakawa Yuya simply couldn't figure it out — how could that woman with the shy, blushing face be so violent?

Six arms, clearly so huge, how could they still move fast enough to leave afterimages?

He couldn't see her blades at all.

Not a single one.

Fujita Seisuke... just died like that?

Hacked to death mid-air by a flurry of blades.

Fujita Seisuke's strength was clearly supposed to be very strong — what happened?

Aoki Yoshinari saw it too.

He was equally extremely shocked.

"Lord Shirakawa, where did Lord Fujita go? He couldn't have died, could he?"

Shirakawa Yuya really wanted to curse someone out, but this time he didn't blame the young and naive Aoki Yoshinari.

Instead, he shook his head: "Just as I thought — those women hid extremely powerful strength. Fujita Seisuke is dead; he never got to bring his strength to bear at all."

"Lord Fujita is really dead? Why didn't he bring his strength to bear? Was it because he underestimated the enemy?"

"Underestimated the enemy? Heh. Before absolute strength, you can't bring anything to bear. Issue the order — surrender!"

"Sur... sur..."

Aoki Yoshinari stared at Shirakawa Yuya in shock.

"My lord, are you saying... surrender?"

Shirakawa Yuya raged: "Yes! Damn it, can't you hear me? Does surrendering need to be said twice? Surrender! Surrender! Order the surrender!!"

Aoki Yoshinari was so terrified by the scolding that his heart nearly stopped, but he still ventured: "Lord Shirakawa, this matter... I must have you confirm once more — are we truly surrendering? Don't you still have the extremely powerful skill Heavenly Ice Earth Split that you haven't used yet?"

"No skill is of any use!"

"Heavenly Ice Earth Split is one of the strongest ice-type spells!"

"Strongest my ass! Heavenly Ice Earth Split is an area-of-effect skill, not a single-target skill! Using it still won't win, and it'll only enrage the enemy. Better to surrender while we still can."

"But, but we can't give up!"

Shirakawa Yuya was choked with rage.

He pointed ahead.

"That woman is that strong — would that skill be of any use? She blew Fujita Seisuke apart in an instant, and she could blow me apart in an instant just as easily. There are still three more women that strong! Look at what the battlefield has become — can't you see it?"

The battlefield...

Aoki Yoshinari swallowed.

Of course he had seen it.

From the very moment they had engaged, he had seen it all.

The battlefield on the left was a sea of fire.

It was several hundred meters away from them, but the heat of the flames had already come drifting on the wind.

Also drifting over were the wolf hairs burning in the bright yellow flames.

Those wolf hairs were like stars within the fire — flaring bright for an instant, then dimming the next.

The acrid smell and scorched smoke came rushing at them together.

A small-sun-like giant woman was chasing down over a hundred werewolves and burning them.

"Hahaha, don't run, big sis will warm you up."

What the hell kind of warming up was that.

That was cremation!

Those werewolves didn't dare look back, fleeing desperately, but that woman stuck to them like a shadow, easily following along and burning low tier werewolves to a crisp by the swath.

Zhuang Ya's hands spewed giant flames 11 meters thick and 46 meters long, nearly covering the left half of the battlefield.

Originally, this Sea of Fire spell was only 1 meter thick and 10 meters long.

But as Zhuang Ya grew larger, it also became giant flames nearly 6 meters thick and 24 meters long.

Then, there was the augmentation of the Flame Covenant, which boosted all effects of the flames by 92.5, including power, volume, and length.

That spiritual technique is called Sea of Fire, right?

It really is a sea of fire.

All the werewolves were struggling in the bright yellow flames.

Like mice thrown into water to drown, they were now drowning in fire.

Fire was everywhere.

There was simply no escaping it.

Their vision was blocked by the flames; all they could see was firelight.

The oxygen in the air had also been burned up, and they felt difficulty breathing, with their stamina draining away at a sharply increased rate.

But the most direct effect was still the damage from the flames.

Sea of Fire is an intermediate spiritual technique, with a base damage of 50 points per second.

After the boost from 85 points of spiritual pressure and the Flame Covenant, it jumped straight to 178 damage per second.

This 178 damage wasn't actually that high against these werewolves.

But the problem was... the flames Zhuang Ya spewed out numbered more than one.

They numbered fifteen!

The Fifteen-Orifice Flowing Fire was a tactic she had invented herself; it looked bizarre, but worked remarkably well.

The flames from her hands were the thickest, but the ones from the other positions weren't thin either.

And regardless of thickness, their power was identical.

Fifteen flames stacked together meant close to 2,700 points of damage.

Even these elite werewolves couldn't last more than a few seconds.

Aoki Gi had never seen the Sea of Fire used like this.

After all, the Sea of Fire consumed 30 points of spiritual energy per second; used this way... wouldn't it consume 450 points of spiritual energy per second?

It simply couldn't be sustained!

But she had been burning for so long—why wasn't her spiritual energy running dry?

How was she doing it?

Shimada Kou was struggling desperately to hold on within the sea of fire.

"Satake Ai! Hurry and cast Purify Body on me, I'm burning again!"

Satake Ai shrieked: "I'm out of spiritual energy, I'm recovering—wait a moment! Hurry up and use an ice-type spiritual technique yourself!"

"Ice your mother... using ice now will just make us die faster!"

Shimada Kou said that, but at this point he had no choice but to use it.

"Dammit—Ice Ring!"

Suddenly, within the raging sea of fire, a ring of pale blue icy wind appeared.

The icy wind howled, forcibly blasting the flames away within a radius of several dozen meters.

Frost condensed everywhere.

Its power was no joke.

Unfortunately, this was clearly an offensive area-of-effect skill, yet now it could only be used in a desperate defense.

The surrounding werewolves felt the chill, yet their eyes revealed looks of terror.

Zhuang Ya smiled: "Not bad—want another sauna? You really know how to enjoy yourself."

With that, she pressed her hands together, and the great flames doubled in intensity as they roared forth.