The promotional image for the post was entirely hand-drawn, and the title was also quite catchy.
However, after clicking through, the main text only contained the word "Reservation"—and it wasn't even clickable.
Soon, the comments section of [Kunjinkao Tangtangtang]'s post was filled with curses, with everyone condemning this guy who was using real information to bait people—it was precisely because the information was real that they were so anxious.
[Kunjinkao Tangtangtang] just posted casually, and then ignored those Gigi Kings, instead turning his attention back to the battlefield.
The Pure Ones had become a devoted fan, helped him by carrying his art supplies, while the Soul Returner diligently recorded the battlefield not far away, planning to later create an excellent work titled " The Son of God is Watching."
Meanwhile, not far away, the battle had entered a new phase.
Xilǐ'er's head burst out of the poisonous smoke, and the wisps of smoke that kept drifting across his face with the strong wind could not conceal the raging fire in the knight's eyes.
After several rounds of exchanges, Burns had gained a certain understanding of his opponent.
It's not that his high-temperature toxic smoke had no effect on Xilǐ'er at all; it's just that the speed at which Cyril recovered was roughly the same as the speed at which Cyril eroded him, and because Xilǐ'er couldn't breathe, he didn't experience the physical collapse that most opponents would enter.
With the two combined, Xilǐ'er remained in a burning skeleton state similar to Ghost Rider and could not recover, and Burns was almost helpless against him.
But it's okay, because he has five teammates who can help him.
While Burns held Xilǐ'er back, the remaining five began attacking the Knight from all directions.
Five different Aberration plants grew rapidly, filling the space around the knight like a procession of demons.
Xilǐ'er, however, paid no heed to this and launched a wounded-for-wounds attack on Burns, bracing himself against all six of them.
The long wooden staff sliced through the air with a whooshing sound. Archbishop Burns took a deep breath, and his palms instantly cracked open.
With a greater supply of gas, he instantly grabbed Xilǐ'er's swinging staff with his hands, which were as hot as charcoal.
Among those of the same rank, Archbishop Burns had few rivals. This was not because his symbiotic plant or his talent was particularly powerful. On the contrary, Burns himself had mediocre talent, and his symbiotic plant lacked both strength and resilience. Even its toxicity was not particularly strong, and it could only take effect if ingested by the other party.
Logically speaking, he should have been just an ordinary bishop, with no chance of rising to the position of provincial archbishop.
But he still managed to do it, because he could manipulate a power that most members of the Tree Worship Church could not and were unwilling to manipulate—
flame.
No plant can completely withstand fire; the only difference between different Aberration plants is how quickly they burn.
Burns had used this to firmly control the entire province, and now, facing that seemingly ordinary wooden staff, he was filled with confidence.
If you burn quickly enough, the effects of the wooden staff will be completely negligible.
"Bang!"
As Xilǐ'er lashed out with his wooden staff, Burns took a step back and slammed his palms together in front of him, grabbing one end of the staff.
The part of his flesh that had merged with the Symbiotic Tree began to burn fiercely at that moment, attempting to turn the wooden staff in his hand into charcoal as quickly as possible.
"Now! Attack!"
With Burns's roar, the remaining five saw that Xilǐ'er's weapon had been seized by him, and they were filled with fighting spirit, launching another fierce attack on the knight.
However, as the five men pounced on him, Burns suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.
Something doesn't seem right.
Even in this intensely burning state, Burns still retains his most basic senses.
So, a breath had passed since he grasped the wooden staff, yet why could he still feel its icy chill?
Shouldn't it have already caught fire?
What exactly happened?
Burns shifted his gaze from Xilǐ'er's movements and forced himself to look at the tip of the wooden staff in his hand.
On the deeply grooved surface of the wooden staff, azure Psionic Energy flowed continuously, like breathing.
With the flow of Psionic Energy, his flames, his poisonous smoke, and all his attacks were completely neutralized.
"Oh no, retreat quickly!"
Burns let out a shout as he released his grip, and his body leaped backward.
However, at this moment he only saw panic, astonishment, and obvious anger on the faces of his companions.
Damn it, you were the one who advocated attacking, and you were the one who advocated retreating, and after all that arguing, you dragged your teammates into it, didn't you?
However, Burns had no time to say anything, because with his release, Xilǐ'er regained control of the staff.
Xilǐ'er, who was used to using a pure metal knight's lance, was already stronger than the average Middle Tier warrior. Now that his weapon had been changed to a wooden stick, he wielded it so skillfully that no one could even see the afterimage of the weapon.
With a loud "bang," a Grand Knight Commander was sent flying backward with a wail, landing on the open ground four or five meters away from Radish.
Xilǐ'er, on the other hand, had taken a solid hit from the remaining four men, and with the added damage from Burns ' poisonous smoke, his armor was riddled with holes, making him look like a ragged high-ranking skeleton soldier.
After unleashing their full power, the four feared Xilǐ'er would seize the opportunity to attack them, so they all retreated a few steps. However, they still surrounded Xilǐ'er in the center, like a pack of wolves ready to bite him again at any moment.
Seeing Xilǐ'er in this state, Burns suddenly felt he had a chance of winning.
But he hadn't forgotten the strange stick in Xilǐ'er's hand, so he quickly looked at the Grand Knight who had been knocked away.
But what he saw made Burns hold his breath.
The Grand Knight Commander, who had taken a solid hit, couldn't even let out a scream. There were no visible signs of injury on his body, but he lay hunched over like a boiled shrimp.
If you listen carefully, only faint wails can be heard flowing from his throat; he looks as if he is about to die.
Burns was utterly perplexed by this.
This person had neither a broken arm nor a broken leg, and seemed completely unharmed after taking that blow. How did he end up like this?
Just as he was feeling puzzled, he suddenly saw something that should never have been there appear in his field of vision.