Loran Hill looked at Osuna in front of her, sighing inwardly. She hadn't intended to start another argument with her during this period, intending to end this mess once the potion was refined and the competition was over. But things hadn't turned out so strangely, and the two of them had run into each other again here.

She didn't want to speak. Although protected by Titus's pendant, it wasn't a guarantee. A faint glow shone from beneath her hood, and then she gently waved her scepter. A gentle breeze blew through the temple, slowly reverberating. The world seemed to have become exceptionally clear. Not a speck of dust lingered in the air. The pristine walls, the delicate marble patterns, the silk threads of her white robes, the faint glow of the candles—everything was visible.

The students from the walled city who entered the temple felt as if they had stepped into another world, an exceptionally pure world. At the same time, the demon sequence magic power around them and in their bodies was rapidly dissipating. It seemed that only the white and pure angel sequence magic power existed in the temple.

"This body is a temple of purity." The silver-haired girl muttered to herself, then activated her own [Pure Field] ability and combined it with the scepter in her hand to form a special earthly temple, greatly weakening the magic and supernatural powers of those other than the angel sequence.

After seeing Loran Hill's actions, Osuna reacted immediately. A deep red light quickly appeared from the void and then shot out.

Two azure flaming cross swords crossed in mid-air, slashing at the crimson streak of light. A violent tremor emanated, and the streak shattered, leaving the two flaming cross swords intact. Two angels, draped in snow-white wings, floated unharmed before Luo Xier, blocking the sudden attack. Their hooded heads lifted proudly, looking down at their attackers with disdain.

Then, six winged "angels" rushed into the enemy camp, brandishing their azure flaming swords and slashing at these extremely weak opponents. One by one, the students of the Walled City Academy were forced to retreat under the barrier.

How could it be possible? Osuna watched in disbelief. She raised her black sleeves, attempting to use her plague talent to corrupt her opponent and taint this unique realm. Unfortunately, Rolandhill's talents specialized in concepts like wind, purity, and perception. He was a natural enemy of Osuna's, and her spells and abilities were completely ineffective.

Seeing that her subordinates were getting fewer and fewer, Osuna became anxious. She no longer worried about why her talent had failed, but drew out the black rose sword and fought with these "angels". Several special elites she had trained before also gathered by her side and fought together.

As their magic power continued to drain away, these people became weaker and weaker. In the end, they could only rely on physical strength to swing their swords, and could no longer use their extraordinary skills and abilities. As a result, a large number of city students gradually withdrew from the field under the stranglehold of the "angels", so that in the end only five elite students were left standing in the field, and the rest of the students lay on the ground wailing, blood was flowing on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

Although the Angels held a significant advantage, they had lost two during the fight, leaving only four Angels surrounding the five. Seeing this, the two Angels guarding the girl bowed their heads and asked for instructions. After receiving the silver-haired girl's approval, they quickly stepped out and joined the battle, leaving only the other two Angels to continue guarding Loran Hill in the center.

The four 'angels' who had been somewhat tired and weak before immediately became much stronger after being joined by two companions. Osuna's side became precarious. Two of the five men who were already at the end of their strength fell one after another. Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining two subordinates also fought desperately and briefly blocked these 'angels', earning a glimmer of hope for Osuna, hoping that she could escape.

But Osuna did not escape. She could not accept such a tragic defeat. The anger, jealousy and unwillingness in her heart had overwhelmed her reason.

How could I possibly fail here?! Surrounding me are the geniuses of the entire academy, all of them Sequence 6 elites. If I were to flee in disgrace, how would I face the ridicule of those Nature Sequence students? That girl blooming like a flower in the forest would probably look down on me, too.

Recalling the scene in the valley that day, although she hadn't conquered the remaining clubs within the academy, it was the happiest day of her life because the girl had accepted her proposal, and a temporary peace had been reached between the two sides. A brief peace was a minor matter; the most important thing was that this agreement had made her feel like she was on the same level and platform as the other party, and that she had also been recognized by the girl. In that moment, her previously humbled and anxious heart found true satisfaction.

However, the huge defeat she suffered shattered her previous dreams. Was she still so weak and incompetent? She had such a huge advantage, yet she was easily defeated by the enemy. Was she really that bad? The facts before her constantly tortured her heart, making her unwilling and anxious.

The figure moved forward rapidly across the empty hall, and the remaining magic power was fully stimulated. The swung sword was like a black light, piercing the silver-haired girl who was standing still.

The strong wind brought by the long sword slightly lifted the black veil, revealing a pair of transparent blue eyes. Silver hair scattered between the shoulders and white collarbones. The waving black long sword was blocked by two blue flame cross swords, trembling slightly in the air, unable to move forward.

The four "angels" who arrived later knocked Osuna to the ground. Just as she was about to struggle up and prepare to attack again, two pairs of hands pressed her wrists from the side, and then two pairs of hands pressed on her shoulders like iron clamps. The four white-robed "angels" firmly fixed the chief of the fortress in place, forcing her to kneel unwillingly in front of Loran Hill.

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