The other two witchers from the sorcerer's school, Uss, lost a leg, and Insmey lost an arm.

Dansi, Endy, and Abram from the Fighting Tower had an extra bloodline on their bodies—Endy was turning his head to talk to Dansi at the time, so his bloodline wasn't centered on his forehead, nose, chest, or hip.

They were unharmed; the horse beneath them had only its front half split open, turning into a "Y"-shaped fountain spewing out internal organs and blood.

"Enemy attack!" The lead witcher drew his sword.

The sword spun, its silver blade drawing out a series of sparks, and a transparent spider vaguely appeared directly above.

Spider legs are thin and long, like bamboo poles, with sharp, knife-like feet. These legs slice through all the demon hunters at the front like knives.

"Stepping on Stars"

Li Qianxia appeared half a meter to the right of where she stood.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

With a slight push off the ground, her slender and agile legs propelled her towards the church's carriage behind her.

With his right hand, he pulled aside the cumbersome cloak, and with his left hand outstretched, he began to summon the Mosquito-type Bloodsucking Gun.

With a swift movement, he blocked the carriage, and the corner garment tied around his neck dissolved, turning into blood-red armor.

A golden sanctuary unfolded beneath her feet.

She looked up at the tall spider and asked, "Qinglan, are you alright?"

The carriage curtain was lifted, and Yang Qinglan, dressed in a nun's habit, stepped out.

Behind her were two nuns, one older than 42 and the other younger than 14.

Yang Qinglan first glanced at Li Qianxia to make sure she was alright, and then, after explaining to Li Changzhou, she looked at the spider that was trying to turn back into its transparent form.

The fourteen-year-old nun fearfully tugged at the sleeve of the forty-two-year-old nun, who then said to Yang Qinglan:

"Lan, this is a Shadowblade Spider. It can become invisible, and its legs are sharp and sturdy. Even the Witcher's sword can't do anything to it. It can stand still and cut any human or animal that accidentally bumps into it in half."

The spider's glassy form slowly disappeared.

The crimson steel gun appeared in Li Qianxia's long-awaited hand, with a blood vessel at the bottom of the gun connecting to a blood vessel in her wrist.

She twirled her spear and asked, "Shall we kill?"

"No rush." ​​Yang Qinglan did not make a move, but observed the America of this era.

The lead witcher held a silver sword in his right hand and with his left hand took out the eye of a newborn calf from a donkey stomach pouch at his waist.

With a forceful squeeze of its armored left hand, the calf's eyes burst open, and juice splattered onto the spider's legs.

The Hidden Blade Spider disappeared, but the spot where it was stuck to the calf's eye juice remained in everyone's retinas.

The two surviving sorcerer school demon hunters, Us, who was missing a leg, grabbed a horse's leg and pressed it against his own. He pulled back one leg and one horse's leg, back to back with Insme, and drew his silver sword from his waist.

With her arm severed, Yin Simei drew her silver sword while chanting.

The arm that had fallen to the ground had muscles that stretched out like strands of blood, re-weaving through her bleeding hand.

Their eyes were cold and filled with fear as they looked around.

Dozens of blood-soaked corpses, their rotting bodies swaying, were pressing down on the left side of the path!

Yang Qinglan glanced to the right of the path and saw a female ghost wearing a long black dress, with long black hair, a pale face, and no facial features.

“What is this?” she asked.

"yes--"

The nun, her expression grim, hadn't finished speaking when the sound of galloping horses came from behind her.

A muscular black centaur charged forward, wielding a giant axe.

Streaks of blue lightning intertwined on the giant axe.

"Drink!" Dansi and Endi of the Fighting Tower, their silver swords simultaneously bursting into flames, charged towards the oncoming troops.

The giant axe of the centaur cleaved down like the heavens, and two silver swords crossed, clamping the axe between them.

"ah!

"!" The two men roared simultaneously.

Lightning and flames collided with a deafening roar, exploding into two balls of light.

Another Witcher from the Fighting Tower, Abram, charged towards the undead crowd, his silver sword glowing with a hazy halo.

Two witchers from the sorcerer's school chanted continuously, casting buff spells onto Abram.

Abram cleaved a living dead man in two with a single sword strike. The living dead man turned into a cloud of black ash, with a wisp of smoke rising from it, much like the Nagasaki citizens who had been directly vaporized by a nuclear bomb.

The other three undead were biting him, but were pushed away by the light shield of the sorcerer's academy demon hunter.

The two Witchers from the Spider Academy, along with the leader, rolled, dodged, parried, and used their silver swords to deflect the attacks from the Shadowblade Spider's kicks.

They each clutched a calf's eye in their hands, and whenever a spider's leg kicked at them, they dodged while also trying to "color" it.

With a clear division of labor, then—

Yang Qinglan once again focused her gaze on the faceless ghost woman in the black dress.

With a flick of her wrist, a thorn flew out and pierced through the body of the ghost woman in the black dress.

Physics is probably useless.

Auditory hallucinations! Visual hallucinations!

"Haha...hehe..." The ghostly woman in the black dress let out a laugh that seemed like an illusion.

To the ghost, auditory and visual hallucinations seemed like a joke. The ghost woman in the black dress seemed quite pleased, so she moved closer, intending to kill her.

This is difficult.

If Li Changzhou were here, they could try Black Death to see if the opponent was a soul, since both she and Li Qianxia were physical attackers.

"Evangelism" has no attack skills...etc.

Yang Qinglan watched the black-dressed ghost woman slowly approaching, but she didn't launch an attack from beginning to end—was the other party afraid of the Holy Domain?

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