Wangcai was just about to strike. Purple-gold lightning had already condensed into a spear in his hand, ready to run the dark-faced burly man charging at the front clean through.
Just then, a thick bolt of purple lightning descended from the sky, striking precisely in the middle of the bandits.
The instant it hit, a dazzling purple-white shock wave erupted. The dozen or so Middle Gods charging at the front were blasted off their feet and sent flying in every direction, screaming.
Though the dark-faced man reacted quickly enough to sidestep the direct strike, the lingering force of the shock wave still sent him tumbling twice through the air. He crashed awkwardly into several subordinates behind him who failed to dodge, and they all rolled into a heap.
Wangcai's lightning spear stopped in midair. He blinked and looked toward the direction the lightning had come from. A slender figure slowly descended from high above.
It was a woman who looked to be in her early twenties, her short, deep-purple hair tucked neatly behind her ears. Its slightly upturned ends swayed gently in the wind.
She wore a fitted dark-blue outfit that allowed easy movement. A long, narrow, straight saber hung at her waist, its hilt wrapped in dark-gold cord for grip.
Tiny residual arcs from her use of lightning element divine power still lingered around her, dancing a few times between her shoulders and the tips of her hair before slowly dissipating.
"All of you ganging up on these two Middle Gods. Aren't you ashamed?" The purple-haired girl folded her arms across her chest and swept her gaze over the bandits, making no attempt to hide the disdain in her voice. Her gaze paused on Wangcai for an instant—purple-gold Thunder Light surged around him, and no matter how she looked