The Seal Is Lifted, Li Lin Appears

A shower of shimmering emerald rain fell. The Sealing Tower offered no resistance whatsoever, enveloped in a torrential downpour of Magic Power beams. Under the onslaught of magical light capable of piercing even the most resilient of armors, the Sealing Tower inevitably suffered damage. Soon, several cracks appeared in its sturdy structure. Although the high-ranking mages activated their defensive barriers in time, they were virtually ineffective against the relentless onslaught of Magic Power.

"Snort."

Feeling the tremors of the Sealing Tower, Angela frowned in displeasure.

"I didn't expect them to act so quickly. That woman is really impatient."

As she spoke, the little fellow gracefully leaped over the last corpse lying in front of him, then turned to look at the female mage huddled in the corner, trembling. She had exhausted all her magic in the previous battle, and now all she could do was hide behind her companion's corpse and sob softly. Angela chuckled and walked over, using her fan to prop up the female mage's chin, forcing her to raise her head.

"Oh... I didn't expect there to be another survivor here."

"Please, please don't kill me, don't kill me..."

The female mage trembled and whispered her prayer. Angela carefully examined her face, and after a moment, smiled slightly.

"You have good qualities, but unfortunately, you're not qualified to be your master's slave. Your only value is to fill the bellies of your poor companions."

As she spoke, Angela lightly leaped forward, and with her call, several Ghoul quickly crawled forward, letting out low, foul growls as they began to tear at and devour the sorceress's body. Faced with this irresistible danger, the sorceress screamed, desperately waving her hands, trying to push away the terrifying undead creatures that pounced on her. However, her struggles were utterly futile against these horrific undead.

"What a beautiful lament... Nothing is more exquisite than the beautiful sound that humanity makes before death, a sound that is truly beautiful..."

Angela closed her eyes, listening quietly to the female mage's screams. Then, she suddenly frowned, and in the next instant, the little girl's figure moved like a phantom, dodging the massive wave of flames that was unleashed in front of her. The surging tide of flames rushed into the corridor, forcing back the undead creatures. Then, it enveloped the female mage's figure and retreated again.

A faint red light flickered in the flames, vanishing in an instant.

"Stop, monster!"

Standing at the other end of the corridor was an old mage with a white beard, staring solemnly at Angela. At his feet lay the female mage, her neck severed, lifeless. Clearly, the old mage had cast a spell to save her, but Angela had killed her first, rendering his efforts futile.

"If I want to kill someone, no one is allowed to stop me, except my master."

Angela snapped open her fan, held it to her mouth, and looked at the old man in front of her with a half-smile.

"So, you little brat with the white beard, you dare to obstruct my enjoyment? You must have been mentally prepared for this?"

"Evil undead, don't get too cocky."

The old mage glanced regretfully at the corpse of the female mage who had ultimately succumbed to Angela's clutches. His expression was grave as he looked solemnly at the girl before him.

"This is the Sealing Tower, not a place where monsters like you can run rampant!"

"Then we'll see if you have the ability to say that!"

As she spoke, Angela suddenly waved her fan, and sparks flew out of thin air in front of her. With the help of her Vampire Species's extraordinary senses, Angela managed to withstand the Air Cage that the old mage had used to instantly capture her. Her petite body slid backward with inertia, and then gracefully "stood" on the wall next to her.

"Hmph, nothing special...!"

Missing his first attack, the old mage swiftly began his pursuit. As Angela flew backward, he made intricate hand gestures, and deep incantations rapidly emerged from his lips. Soon, the old mage's figure flashed, creating several afterimages. Although he deeply hated this evil undead creature, ever since Angela had forcefully blocked his instantaneous Air Cage attack, the old mage had been on high alert. Before him stood a formidable opponent he had never encountered before, and it was precisely because of this that the old mage appeared exceptionally serious when facing Angela.

"Evil devil, go back to where you belong."

"Useless old codger, I look forward to hearing your screams!"

A torrent of multicolored light collided with the petite figure, and Angela was enveloped in a bright, crimson glow. Using her delicate velvet folding fan as a weapon, she forcefully parted the magical light, which possessed multiple effects and could inflict despair on her enemies.

Could that fan be a magical weapon?

Faced with this unexpected scene, even the old mage was taken aback. Weapons with anti -Magic Power properties were extremely rare, and even ordinary anti-magic weapons couldn't achieve such perfection. Just now, based on the effect of his instant-cast spell, the Air Cage should have easily imprisoned his opponent. This was a high-level spell; even ordinary mages would find it difficult to break through from the inside. Yet this little girl, taking advantage of the delicate moment when the Air Cage was about to appear, forcefully shattered the spell that should have taken effect immediately with her velvet folding fan. This... Such a brutal method of breaking spells was almost unheard of. Mages possessed means to counter enemy spells, but that was merely using their own magical effects to nullify the opponent's spells or using the correct methods to break them. While some warriors and knights possessed artifacts and magical weapons, they had no understanding of magic and were completely insensitive to it. But this little girl... her actions were utterly unexpected and terrifying. She could actually use such a brutal method to forcefully repel a completed spell, a scene that the old mage had never witnessed before.

"Is that all? Useless trash?"

With a cold, coquettish laugh, Angela flicked her wrist, and the magical light was completely torn apart, transforming into specks of light that disappeared into the air.

"It looks like it won't work."

Although several phantoms of the old mage appeared before her, Angela's blood-red eyes were not fooled, but fixed on the only real one among them. A look of elation, cruelty, and excitement flickered within them.

"So, how shall I punish you? Tearing off your limbs is just the beginning. The Ghoul won't be interested in a dry, withered lump of flesh like you... Oh, perhaps..."

"Now!!"

Just as Angela took another step forward, the old mage shouted, and then, light flowed in his hand, revealing the original shape of a magic circle that had been prepared and hidden. Magic Power condensed in the air, turning into immense pressure, and Angela suddenly stopped in her tracks, while the stone slab beneath her feet developed spiderweb-like cracks.

"Snort."

The intense pressure restricted Angela's movements, causing her to huff in dissatisfaction. Although the old mage was extremely surprised that the little girl could withstand such immense pressure, enough to crush an orc into mincemeat, he did not stop what he was doing. He had already devised a strategy for dealing with the situation while they were watching Angela's battle through the crystal ball.

Soon, the other three mages also dispelled the concealment spells they had cast on themselves, revealing themselves. They began chanting in unison a spell that was absolutely deadly to undead creatures, and as they chanted, a bright beam of light appeared out of thin air and slammed straight into Angela's petite body.

As four beams of light slammed down in succession, the four mages breathed a sigh of relief. Even a powerful necromancer would never dare to withstand four consecutive bursts of Sunburst Burst. This was arguably the most damaging and highest-level lethal spell among all the mages' spells against undead creatures. This abundant positive energy was enough to annihilate a high-ranking lich; there was no reason why it couldn't kill a little undead girl.

However, before the four monks could completely relax, their hearts were already on edge again.

"You lowly human, do you think you can eliminate me like this?"

From within the burst of light came Angela's mocking, sarcastic voice.

"Foolish, utterly foolish... I thought you were all so powerful, but now it seems you're nothing special." (and picture book)

The burst of light finally dissipated, and Angela stood unharmed within it. Although she was still under several times the pressure, her relaxed demeanor suggested that she didn't take the pressure to heart at all.

"Then prepare to die."

With that, Angela snapped her folding fan open completely.

Under the astonished and uncertain gazes of the mages, several translucent, beautiful female souls screamed and flew out, rushing towards the mages.

"Scream and wail, you tormented ghosts, follow me on my journey through eternity! Steal this vibrant life to fill your emptiness!"

At Angela's loud call, the souls of several young girls flew out. Each of them possessed unparalleled beauty, but their desolate expressions brought with them a chilling aura of fear.

The mages, however, did not move or think. The moment these ghosts appeared, they stood there, their eyes fixed on their figures, unable to look away.

"Laura, aren't you Laura?"

Gazing at the ghostly figure floating before him, the old mage's hand trembled as he reached out to the beautiful young woman before him— Laura, my lovely daughter, I failed to protect you back then, I...

"Dad..."

The girl smiled sweetly, then hugged the old mage tightly.

"It's not Dad's fault, I'm sorry... I made you sad..."

"Oh, Laura, my child, my lovely daughter..."

The old mage reflexively embraced the petite, familiar body from his memories. He was completely unaware that at that moment, the face of his daughter from his memories suddenly began to distort, transforming into a greedy and fearful ghost.

"Dad, I love you. I'm all alone here, so lonely, so lonely... So, come with me, come with me! Be my food, my sustenance!!"

The old mage felt an icy chill, enough to freeze one's soul, seep into his body. Only then did he realize the truth in astonishment: his daughter was actually... But the old mage's consciousness... ended there.

"Whoosh... whoosh..."

Angela stood in the corridor, gazing at the four cold, stiff corpses, their faces contorted with fear in their final moments. She chuckled softly; their souls had been completely ripped from their bodies by the ghosts, becoming sustenance to soothe their eternal torment.

"Foolish, weak humans, this is your ultimate fate... How about it? A fleeting moment of beautiful dreams and despair, you must be very satisfied with my hospitality."

"Boom."

Just then, a tremendous roar erupted from the Sealing Tower, and the cracks became even more pronounced. Clearly, the sound was a response to a rupture somewhere. Angela frowned and couldn't help but look out the window again.

"Really, I was planning to enjoy the final pleasure."

She gave a low, cold snort, complaining with dissatisfaction.

Meanwhile, in the room on the top floor, the remaining high-ranking mages stared in disbelief at the scene transmitted through the crystal ball—and the corpses of their companions.

"How could this be... Even Archmage Roland, who has the most experience dealing with undead creatures, couldn't..."

We must evacuate.

After a brief silence, a middle-aged mage who appeared to be of high status spoke.

"We must leave this place with the 'Hymn of Destruction.' The situation is dire; we cannot stop this strange attack, nor are we a match for the undead creature below. The only thing we can do now is return to the Mages' Association headquarters with the 'Hymn of Destruction.' Only there can we protect this sealed weapon!"

"But, Your Excellency, Grand Master."

Another monk raised an objection.

"What if we..."

"Be careful, don't take risks! Indeed, if we leave like this, we will certainly be reprimanded by the Mages' Association, but if we don't do this now, we may never have the chance to see the sun rise tomorrow morning."

Another round of emerald green light rained down, and the erupting roar seemed like a countdown to destruction.

"Then, let's get started."

As he spoke, the Grand Mage walked to the center, where a translucent sphere surrounded by countless halos floated. Within it, something was emitting a white light. Clearly, it seemed to be responding to something.

The archmage took a deep breath and reached out his hand toward the sphere, but just then, a familiar voice interrupted him.

"It's fine to leave, but don't touch other people's things."

As the voices spoke, the space began to tremble, and then Li Lin's figure appeared from within, holding a magnificent and beautiful spellbook in his hand.