"Ice Circle!"
"Fire Circle!"
"Lightning Circle!"
Herta raised her staff high and chanted. Elemental spells of every color shot out, crushing the monsters outright.
Clearly, Lin Feng had still overestimated Herta's creativity.
Perfectly good elemental spells, yet even their names were so plain and unadorned. Very Herta.
Before long, Herta had steamrolled her way straight into the heart of the Demon King's castle.
As for Lin Feng, he simply tagged along behind her, hoping this damned farce would end sooner.
"Demon King! We are the human heroes here to defeat you! Come out and meet your death!"
"Oh?"
A light, dreamlike female voice rang out, and every lamp in the dark castle flared to life.
Lin Feng, who had remained expressionless all this time, suddenly felt his pupils contract at the sight of the supposed Demon King.
Long, silvery-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, exuding a mysterious elegance.
Golden threads crisscrossed her fitted black qipao, tracing a vast panorama of stars.
The thin fabric outlined her proud, perfect figure, and even Himeko could hardly rival the curves of those snowy peaks.
Sheer black stockings covered her full, long, exquisitely beautiful legs, lending her an air that was three parts refined and seven parts seductive.
A strange red mask covered the delicate contours of her face.
Faint starlight wandered over her stunning figure, adding a further touch of mystery to her peerless, otherworldly beauty.
"It's actually her..."
Looking at the woman before him, whose bearing resembled that of an immortal or a god, Lin Feng felt his heartbeat quicken slightly.
He did not know whether it was because he was a Pathstrider or because of some other feelings. Either way, he could not quite control it.
"Huh? What's going on? Where did that huge Demon King go?"
The mage Herta