The Power of a Bountiful Harvest

The school wasn't very big, but even if Liu Zhi didn't want to fight these things, they would still come after him.

And Liu Zhi wasn't the kind of person who'd take a beating without fighting back. The longer he fought, the more of them showed up.

By now, Liu Zhi was furious. He flew straight into the air. "Fine, I won't look for the source of the evil thoughts in my heart. If you've got the nerve, all of you come out!"

Liu Zhi didn't fly very high, but his voice rang out loud and clear. A great many strange creatures charged out of the school buildings.

As they rushed out, Liu Zhi pressed both hands downward, and a storm appeared beneath them.

It was made up of a tempest of Wind Blades, a web of lightning, and a downpour of rain.

Liu Zhi simply pressed his hands down, and the storm swept over the monsters.

They weren't very strong to begin with. They were just ugly—and impossible to kill.

Liu Zhi's Wind Blades sliced them to pieces. Lightning charred their fragments, and then the heavy rain washed them into the sewers.

Liu Zhi moved incredibly fast. In almost an instant, he had finished the attack.

Watching the black powder wash down into the sewers, Liu Zhi sneered from the air. "Go on, then. Come out of the sewers if you've got the nerve."

Before he could finish speaking, a black tentacle shot out of the sewer and struck at Liu Zhi in midair.

Liu Zhi recognized at a glance that the tentacle was made from the creatures he had burned to ash.

It was clear that although the school could keep resurrecting monsters, there was a limit to how many it could support.

The school could handle a