311 A Magic Power Competition? (2/2)

The mercenary was relieved, but he still did not drop his weapon. ”Thank you, my lady.”

Another three mercenaries immediately came to him

The woman in black waved her hand, and the humanoid creatures let them pass.

Those four immediately moved back and then ran away without looking back at all.

While the leaves were rustling, the leading mercenary looked at the dozen humanoid creatures as well as the woman who was getting cold, knowing that he would be dead for sure if he didn't do something.

”My lady, why are you still killing us when you know that we do not have the Black Bones?”

”I gave you a chance,” the woman said expressionlessly. ”If you had told me that another squad went in a different direction earlier, I would've spared half of you, or even all of you if I was in a good mood. But you shouldn't have taken your chances and wasted my time.”

The woman pointed her finger at the leading mercenary.

”Let's fight her!”

The leading mercenary roared, and his two remaining companions charged with him.

But the moment those mercenaries took off, a tornado was formed on the woman's fingertip, before it expanded into a gigantic cannonball and blew at the three mercenaries.

A tunnel of empty space was left behind when the air bubble was launched. On its path, all the raindrops were blown away by the unbelievable blast.

The leading mercenary was hit first. He was flung back into the wall of the rock tent and immediately shattered into smithereens. The blood on the tent splashed radially but was soon washed away by rainwater.

After hitting the leading mercenary, the bubble turned into countless air blades that cut down everything within five meters.

The other two mercenaries were chopped into countless pieces by the dense air blades.

It was impossible to tell that they used to be humans.

Their blood flowed and sprawled on the ground along with the rainwater.

The woman in black turned her eyes at the rock tent that she had found odd from the start.

She could tell that it was likely a magic creation made through a transformation spell.

Also, just like those mercenaries, she had seen strong light coming from here before, but the light was now gone, which indicated that someone might be hiding in the rock tent.

She made a gesture and asked the humanoid creatures to surround the rock tent.

Then, with a pair of black bat wings growing on her back, she flew around the rock, only to find no entrances at all. She simply kicked it.

After a thud, she was blown back five meters.

She subconsciously frowned. The wall was so hard that her feet had become numb. If she couldn't break the wall, neither could her subordinates.

Many books had it that the vampires were magic creatures and bad at melee battles.

But that was a lie. The vampires were weak during the day and would be heavily wounded in sunlight, so they could only deal with enemies with spells.

But vampires would be in their peak state at night, and their dark powers were specially enhanced during this time.

The vampires were actually good at both physical and magical abilities, except that they preferred spells. After all, gracefulness was the pursuit of every vampire.

”I know that someone's inside. You may have special ways to see what's going on outside and hear my voice,” the woman said casually. ”I'll give you five minutes to come out. I don't want to waste my strength. If you're unrelated to those mercenaries, I'll let you go.”

While those inside the rock tent were unlikely to be connected to the mercenaries who stole the Black Bones, she was not 100% sure. If those mercenaries were only lying and they had stored the Black Bones in the rock tent, wouldn't she be the greatest joke of she were to believe them and chase the rats who had fled southeast? In that case, whoever was in the rock tent could take the opportunity to run away.

Flapping her wings slowly, the woman in black dress floated in midair.

After waiting for five minutes, she heard no replies from within the shelter, so she sneered and pointed at it while she chanted, ”Stone to Mud.”

A circle with a radius of about two meters appeared on the wall.

At this point, Roland saw that the woman was taking action through the picture that the spiders delivered, and that she was using Stone to Mud, which he was quite familiar with.

Roland immediately reacted. He snapped his fingers and said, ”Mud to Stone.”

Outside of the tent, the woman was briefly stunned. When she had just softened the wall and it hadn't really turned into mud yet, a stream of magic power flowed from inside the tent and turned the circle into hard stone again.

”Huh?”

A magic power competition with me?

The woman's wine-colored eyes glowed even brighter. She licked her lips in obvious excitement.