This Time, It's Our Turn

"...One hundred and fifty kilograms of sand!"

"...One hundred and fifty kilograms of stone!"

"...One hundred and fifty liters of water!"

"Meow-ow, meow-ow, li-ow! Refine!"

As Jiang Han's fluffy great tail played a melodious tune through the air, its tip swiftly jabbed the ritual spell array several times. Her nimble hands continuously scattered alchemical powder into it, sprinkling it over the materials.

Five-pointed stars were used as decoration to conceal the incantation, while artificial gemstones kept costs down. Just like that, a Cat Lamp-style alchemical spell was complete.

A flash of light passed by, and wondrous runes linked together in midair to form a closed ring. Magic power rampaged wildly within it.

The violent magic power, both delicately and brutally, altered the materials according to the rune configuration, breaking them down into the needed elements before using spell-based transmutation to obtain other resources. This was the principle behind a Witch's alchemical equivalent exchange. Since part of the equivalent value was converted into the spell's effect, it even gave the impression of creating something from nothing.

Sizzle...

Jiang Han drew the violent magic power back into her body with a crackle and pop! Then, through the great tail she had plunged into the ground, she poured that crackling, violent magic power deep underground. Eventually, it would settle back into leyline energy. This was also the principle behind Cat Lamp spellcasting: everything they released would ultimately return to the leylines and become part of their energy.

Alesha gave Jiang Han's tail a deeply appraising look.

Though her eyesight was poor, her sensitivity to magic power was second to none. She could sharply sense the magic surging within Jiang Han's tail. It was like a starving person catching the scent of bread—or like Blind Zong, after playing StarCraft for ten years, being able