Little Purple Unleashes Her Might, Ending the Battle

"Leave the Ghost Wolf Beast to us. No problem."

Mofan, Zhang Xiaohou, and Mubai nodded quickly.

"But Dongfang, are you sure you're alright taking on so many people?" Mofan pressed.

"Don't worry about me. Take care of yourselves first. If you can't handle it, run to Xin Xia's side—she'll keep you alive."

Hearing Dongfang Chen's words, the three of them froze for a moment.

Then they all looked toward Ye Xin Xia's direction.

They saw that Ye Xin Xia had somehow produced an exquisitely crafted bracelet. As magic energy poured into it, the bracelet glowed faintly, and a thin barrier rose around her.

The barrier looked fragile, but neither the Black Beast Demons nor the few Gray Clothed Cultists' magic attacks could break through it. Ye Xin Xia could even counterattack using offensive magic tools.

Caught in this back-and-forth, quite a few Black Beast Demons died at Ye Xin Xia's hands.

Mofan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Every magic tool Ye Xin Xia used cost tens of millions, and most were disposable—gone after one use.

Was this how the rich fought?

"Fan Ge! Stop spacing out, the Ghost Wolf Beast is charging!"

"Damn!"

Mofan was startled, then clumsily rolled aside to dodge the Ghost Wolf Beast's claws.

Seeing that Ye Xin Xia was safe for now, Dongfang Chen relaxed a little.

When it came to life-saving magic tools, Ye Xin Xia had even more on her than he did—he rarely needed them anyway. Even Zhao Manyan from the original work probably didn't have as many as Ye Xin Xia.

"Instructor Bai Yang, looks like your Ghost Wolf Beast isn't all that impressive," Dongfang Chen said with a smile. "Can't even handle three greenhorn students. If your superiors in the Black Church find out, they might just turn you into a Black Beast Demon."

"Hmph, sharp-tongued brat!" Bai Yang first showed a flicker of fear, then glared viciously at Dongfang Chen. "You think this is all I've got? I knew you'd be trouble! Come on out!"

Four figures emerged behind Bai Yang.

They wore black robes, just like Bai Yang—all Black Robed Clerics.

Black Robed Clerics held a higher rank in the Black Church than Gray Clothed Cultists, and most of them were born mages.

"Oh? Four Beginner Mages? You think that's enough to deal with me?"

"Hmph, not just that." Bai Yang snorted coldly and summoned another black shadow.

The shadow was similar in size to a Black Beast Demon, pitch gray-black, and exuded a stench of rotting corpses.

"This is a Curse Beast Demon. I begged the Blue Robed Lord for a long time to get my hands on it. Hehe."

A Curse Beast Demon?

Dongfang Chen's expression remained unchanged.

A Curse Beast Demon was an upgraded version of a Black Beast Demon. If a Black Beast Demon was only equivalent to an ordinary Servant Level demon, then a Curse Beast Demon's strength was solidly Commander Level.

"Dongfang Chen, even I can barely control this Curse Beast Demon. I suggest you surrender now, or I can't guarantee you won't end up missing a piece or two," Bai Yang continued, trying to break through Dongfang Chen's psychological defense line.

Four Beginner Mages, over a dozen Black Beast Demons, and one Commander Level Curse Beast Demon.

Such a luxurious lineup could crush even an Intermediate Level Mage, and might even succeed in a sneak attack on a High-Tier Mage. Using it against Dongfang Chen, a student who had only recently awakened his magic, was a sure thing.

Bai Yang couldn't see how he could lose.

But Dongfang Chen remained unmoved, his face expressionless, utterly calm.

"Is this all you've got?" Dongfang Chen said softly.

"Hm?" Bai Yang frowned.

The scene Dongfang Chen had imagined—where he would be trembling in fear—never appeared.

Not only was he not scared, but he looked unusually calm instead.

What was wrong with this guy? Was he just expressionless?

"Dongfang Chen, if you're thinking of stalling for time so your Archmage butler can save you, forget it. Three minutes—just three minutes and I'll chop off your limbs, turn you into a human stump, and drag you out of here. Don't believe me? Try it."

"Three minutes?"

Dongfang Chen let out a light laugh. "I think three seconds is enough."

"What do you mean?"

Watching Dongfang Chen's unflappable demeanor, Bai Yang felt a creeping unease stir within him.

"Little Purple, go."

Dongfang Chen faked a Summoning Magic gesture, casting it into the air.

At the same time, he summoned the Little Purple Crystal Winged Lion King from the System Space.

"ROAR!!!"

The moment Little Purple appeared.

An inexplicable pressure radiated through the air.

The Ghost Wolf Beast, locked in a fierce battle with Mofan and the others, was so startled by the roar that it actually pissed itself.

It even sprayed Mubai, who was about to launch a Sneak Attack from behind, all over.

It wasn't just the Ghost Wolf Beast—Bai Yang and the other Black Robed Clerics were so shaken none of them could stay on their feet.

"Holy shit! Bro, Brother Chen, where did you get that Summoned Beast?"

Zhang Xiaohou stammered. Even though Little Purple's pressure wasn't directly on him, his teeth still chattered from fear.

"You said it yourself—it's a Summoned Beast, so of course my Summoning Magic called it here."

Dongfang Chen explained with a smile.

His own Summoning Magic had perfectly covered for Little Purple's appearance.

"A, a Commander Level Summoned Beast!"

Bai Yang's eyes went wide.

Something that could paralyze a Curse Beast Demon at the Warrior Level with sheer presence alone could only be Commander Level!

"No, impossible! A Beginner Mage simply cannot summon a Summoned Beast of this rank!"

"Just because you can't doesn't mean others can't."

After tossing out that light remark, Dongfang Chen gave the order.

"Little Purple, leave none of them alive!"

"ROAR!"

The Little Purple Crystal Winged Lion King rubbed its head against Dongfang Chen, then let out a furious roar. The Purple Fire coiled around the horn on its head blazed even hotter.

The next moment, the Purple Fire on Little Purple's head erupted violently.

"No, don't kill me!"

"I was forced to join the Black Church—I'm innocent!"

Amid the burning Purple Fire, many Gray Clothed Cultists cried out in despair.

Dongfang Chen paid them no mind.

He didn't care whether these guys had been forced into the Black Church or not—he only knew they had plenty of evil on their hands!

In the blink of an eye, the Purple Fire spewed by Little Purple incinerated all the Black Beast Demons and Gray Clothed Cultists around them into ash.

Even the Curse Beast Demon was smacked into a pulp by Little Purple's paw.

Little Purple even shook its claw in disgust.

As if it had touched something filthy.

"Oh, right—leave Bai Yang alive."

Dongfang Chen said.

If they dragged Bai Yang back to the Military Department, the Military Department would definitely put Bocheng under heavy surveillance.

That way, it might make the Black Church think twice, and could even prevent the Bocheng disaster from happening.

Even if it couldn't be stopped entirely, it would minimize the losses as much as possible.