"Demonic arts! You're a Demonic Monster! A Demonic Monster!"
On the Treasure Ship's deck.
An Nascent Soul Realm elder covered in bloody wounds, his gray robe shredded into strips and his old face looking as though it had scraped through a thorn bush hundreds of times, lay sprawled there, shouting without stop.
Beside him lay an unconscious middle-aged man, the second strongest among this group.
Above the Treasure Ship, the not particularly intense battle continued, though it had entered its final stages.
Amina, clad in an Immortal Dress and holding a sword, stood in the heavens. A curtain of light spread behind her, specks of starlight circled around her, and over a dozen pillars of light locked onto the figures that could still move, gradually pinning them in midair.
Her methods were simple and direct, yet carried a mysterious Power of Rules.
Amina lightly turned the longsword in her hand, raised it, and tapped it gently. More than a dozen regular hexagonal forms behind her flashed with light.
A moon-white pine tree appeared out of nowhere behind her, its branches piercing through the bodies of those dozen figures.
As the pine tree trembled slightly, more than a dozen bursts of Blood Mist exploded in the sky.
Amina blinked her long eyelashes a few times and looked down into the distance.
That shuttle had returned after leaving.
Clearly, the black-clad men left aboard it had realized something was wrong and were rushing over to provide support.
Amina looked toward Wang Jixuan, her eyes carrying a hint of inquiry.
Wang Jixuan nodded slightly.
Understanding, she spun once through the air, crossed the East Sea, and met them head-on.
The current Amina was already far from what she had once been.
Wang Jixuan had personally removed the restrictions on her Core Circuit, granting