Shirley fought the same way she always did.

Simple, rough, effective, with a sense of freedom and ease - amid the whistling of chains, all beings are equal.

The strange figure that jumped through the shadows didn't seem to realize that the "summoner girl" with the dark demon in front of him was actually a melee fighter. According to normal thinking, closing the distance and engaging in melee combat as soon as you see a spellcaster is definitely the right choice. However, after closing the distance, you suddenly find that the opposite spellcaster has taken out a meteor hammer, which is another matter. So the scene that Duncan had seen before was played out again:

The iron chain creaked, and Shirley smashed down, hitting the black shadow solidly on the spot. There was a loud "bang" and he flew backwards almost with a whistle!

With a loud bang, the figure was smashed directly into a nearby building where the fire was still burning, causing a cloud of smoke and sparks, and then there was no movement.

"Is it done?" The battle went so smoothly that even Shirley herself didn't react. She held Agou in one hand and looked into the distance, her face full of vigilance, "Why do I feel that the hand is..."

Before she finished her words, Agou's exclamation suddenly rang out from the other end of the chain: "Be careful!"

Shirley's muscles suddenly tensed up, and the next second, she finally noticed that the shadow at her feet had become a little thicker than before, and then a blurry "whip" with an unclear outline shot out from the shadow!

The black whip came with a vicious sound of breaking the air as it headed straight for Shirley's neck. The latter suddenly dodged backwards at the critical moment, but was still hit on the arm by the whip, and blood splattered everywhere.

Shirley made a "tsk" sound, not caring about the pain at all. She quickly stepped back, only to see that a part of her shadow was left in place, while the strange tall and thin man holding an umbrella quickly emerged from the shadow. She then saw clearly what the "whip" that hit her was - it was actually a "limb" extending from the hem of the other's clothes!

The shadow seemed to be wrapped in a thick smoke, with wriggling and deformed flesh and blood rolling inside. It seemed to be in a state of constant decay and rebirth, looking both disgusting and creepy.

Shirley took only one look at the tentacle-like limb and felt a wave of nausea rising from the bottom of her heart. The next moment, she heard a low and vague muttering from the strange man holding the umbrella, and the strange "limb" extending from the hem of his clothes once again turned into a long whip and pounced towards her face.

She subconsciously raised the chain in her hand and was about to swing Agou up again, but at this moment, a faint green flame suddenly appeared at the edge of her vision.

The moment the green flame appeared, she noticed that the tall and thin figure opposite her suddenly paused, as if some instinctive fear suddenly restrained his movements. The next moment, the figure quickly retreated. Thick black smoke was surging under the black umbrella, and low and vague roars continued to come from it. The green flame flow almost spread along the edge of the smoke. In the dim light of the spiritual fire, the black smoke under the umbrella was reflected with a layer of bleak color.

Shirley subconsciously glanced in the direction of Duncan. She saw that he was just standing there quietly, but the phantom flames continued to spread out from him. Wherever the flames reached, whether it was the surrounding buildings, the sparks floating in the air, or even the silhouettes of the buildings in the distance, they all began to be gradually stained with a layer of dark green!

It was like some kind of spreading plague. Wherever the strange fire reached, everything was gradually infected!

Is this the power of this great man? Or is it just the tip of the iceberg of his power? !

Shirley was filled with suspicion, but she had no time to think about it. The attacker who was retreating quickly had obviously been suppressed and intimidated by the spiritual fire in the surrounding environment. In line with the principle of not holding back in a fight, Shirley took advantage of her opponent's weakness and swung the chain in her hand again, using all her strength to smash the dog on the attacker!

A feedback feeling that was even stranger than the previous one came through Agou's perception. Shirley felt as if she had hit a pile of rotten meat. She saw that the figure holding the black umbrella was actually smashed to pieces by herself. With a disgusting tearing sound, the black "coat" of that thing was torn into pieces. Several shapeless pieces of meat wrapped in thick smoke fell out of the clothes, and then they began to run around on the ground as if they had their own will, and continued to split into smaller pieces while running around.

Countless overlapping sharp cries came from inside each piece of debris!

It was an absolutely horrifying and bizarre scene—the charred and twisted alien limbs were torn into pieces, wriggling, splitting, and fleeing around on the streets where the embers had not yet extinguished. Cries so sharp that they seemed to be able to pierce the sanity of mortals rose one after another, and as the fragments continued to split, they became more and more numerous and more and more bizarre. In the end, it seemed as if the whole world was filled with "their" shrill and shrill screams!

Shirley felt creepy for the first time since the fight began. She tightly grasped the chain in her hand, but didn't know how to use her usual "tactics" to deal with these screaming fragments that were still splitting and wriggling. But soon, she noticed that these shattered fragments had no intention of continuing to fight - they were all fleeing at the same time.

Fleeing from the green flames that were still spreading.

Now they have been split into hundreds and thousands of fragments, wriggling and running on the street like a swarm of black insects, fleeing madly towards the far end of the street between the cracks of green flames. Some of the fragments are constantly "captured" by the nearby spiritual fire - just an accidental scratch, or just a spark, and the flames will immediately spread to them, burning them through in an instant!

But this burning was not the end, but just a beginning - the fragments burned by the spiritual fire did not die, but suddenly turned around and began to chase, attack, and gnaw those flesh and blood fragments that had not escaped the fire and had not been touched by the green flames.

Everything happened very quickly. Within almost half a minute, half of the flesh and blood fragments that were scattered and fleeing on the street had been burned and infected by the spiritual fire. Those flesh and blood fragments that were eroded by the green flames were preying on their "compatriots" from the previous second, and a faint green wall of fire had closed at the end of the street, completely blocking all escape routes.

The fire scene seemed to have become a hunting ground. The thousands of fragments split from the same black-clad attacker turned into a swarm of insects fighting to the death. The continuous screams finally stopped gradually, but were replaced by even more horrifying sounds -

It was a chewing sound that filled the entire street.

The attacker tried to disintegrate and escape, and now he has become a feast for himself.

Shirley felt goose bumps all over her body, and she could feel Agou shivering as well. She was shivering slightly in the street filled with hot ashes, but the next second, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder.

"Don't be afraid," Duncan comforted Shirley softly, "Insects are most afraid of fire."

Shirley's shoulders trembled, and an extremely strange feeling arose in her heart. The sense of security of being favored and comforted by a powerful existence and the creepy feeling of being stared at by an indescribable thing were mixed together at the same time. She bravely raised her head to look at Duncan beside her, but saw that he was frowning.

"To be honest, it's a bit disgusting," Duncan said to Shirley from the bottom of his heart as he looked at the "swarm" of insects preying on each other, "I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

Who would believe that!

"Indeed...indeed..." Shirley said timidly that she believed it. Whatever the boss said was the truth. "It's a bit disgusting..."

"Fortunately, it's almost over." Duncan said with a slightly relaxed tone.

It's almost over.

The sounds of flames spreading and predators hunting on the streets were gradually dying down. Both the predators and the prey had finally run out of vitality and turned into piles of ashes that drifted in the wind. The strange attackers turned into nothingness, and the spiritual fire that was spreading everywhere began to converge and subside.

Only then did Shirley finally swallow her saliva. She looked at the tiny scattered piles of ashes and asked bravely, "Is it...over?"

Duncan shook his head: "... not necessarily."

Shirley looked at Duncan in surprise and confusion, only to see that he was walking forward, and the last piece of debris from the attacker crawled out from the nearby ashes. The shapeless, hateful flesh and blood was wriggling unsteadily, and it seemed that it still wanted to escape, but it stopped after just a few steps.

Duncan stopped in front of the fragment, bent down, and a little green flame danced between his fingers.

"I've heard a lot of horrific stories, and they taught me one thing," Duncan said slowly, explaining to Shirley, "If you suddenly discover that your enemy has the ability to split, then you'd better assume that the first enemy you encounter is just a split - always assume that there is a real body hiding behind the split, which is used to write sequels for crappy authors."

He lightly tapped his fingertips and lit the green flame on the surface of the last piece of debris.

"I don't really like sequels, and I don't like it even more when there's a mysterious real person hiding behind the scenes, waiting until the protagonists are careless before jumping out and killing people."

The green flame burned fiercely, and the dirty fragment suddenly trembled. Then, many structures like insect legs grew at its bottom, supporting it to stand up shakily.

Duncan slowly stood up and stared quietly at the last remaining fragments of the attacker.

"Go home and take my gift with you."