[Group Mission: Saving Private W] [Member Status: Critical] [Acceptance Count: 0/3] [Reward: 300 Group Points] Was W ambushed during a mission?
[Wišadel: Who asked you to issue a mission?
I can handle it alone.
Tsk, why can’t I accept the mission myself?] [Yi Xuan: W, it’s better not to be headstrong.
I’m still saving people in the Hollow, I’ll come to reinforce you immediately.] Frez also accepted it, going to see what was happening.
[Frez: Can your powers be used over here?] [Seele: Yes, they can.] The chat group allowed members to use their own world’s powers in others’ worlds, ensuring they wouldn’t die because special energy couldn’t be used.
It also turned off friendly fire; within the range of a group member’s attack, the attack couldn’t cause damage to other members—they only received buffs, not damage.
And there was also an effect similar to the Path of [Trailblaze], which would protect group members from being affected by special energies.
Frez, Yixuan, and Seele all accepted the mission.
Furina sent some food to W, hoping it would be useful.
She had no combat power herself and could only provide reinforcements this way.
Frez immediately clicked teleport.
His vision blurred, and before him appeared a silver-haired Sarkaz girl covered in wounds.
A few strands of red highlights were mixed in her hair, and she had a pair of red horns on her head with distinct layers.
The cloak she wore was full of holes, and the tactical vest inside appeared tattered.
She had quite a few wounds on her body, looking like she had been through a fierce battle.
Boom!
Arts were blasting nearby.
W cursed, “Hey, don’t just stand there!
We were ambushed.
The other side is involved with those damn Leithanians; their weapons are way too sophisticated.” “Leithanien?
Where is this?” “The wilderness between Siracusa and Kazdel.
Our target is a Caprini.” The enemy’s weapons and equipment were clearly much better, and there were casters constantly releasing Arts for long-range bombardment, as well as crossbowmen shooting.
W hid behind a rock and raised her grenade launcher.
Seeing Frez still standing in place, she began to curse, “*Sarkaz profanity*, are you standing there to be a live target?” A crossbow bolt flew over, heading straight for Frez’s head.
Then, in W’s unbelievable gaze, that bolt stopped dead one centimeter away from his head.
“This is?” “You can understand it as my Originium Arts.
I don’t get hurt that easily.” Looking at the injuries on W’s body, he secretly thought it was a pity.
Gojo Satoru wasn’t good at using Reversal technique to save others.
In the Jujutsu world, those who could use Reversal technique to heal others were only Sukuna, Okkotsu Yuta, and Shoko Ieiri.
Even Gojo Satoru could only heal himself and not others.
He caught the crossbow bolt and threw it back with a flick of his wrist.
The bolt whistled through the air, its friction creating a sharp hiss.
It instantly pierced through a withered tree and the Rust Hammer member behind it, pinning them to a large rock with half the shaft buried deep within.
“How many people do you have left on your side?” “Hedley, Ines, and I are covering the rear.
Everyone else has escaped.
I saw things weren’t looking right, so I called you over.” W spoke succinctly.
Frez glanced in the direction of the attack and determined the number of living people at a glance.
“A bit over a hundred.
Not bad.” Then, another figure appeared, carrying a scythe.
An energetic, dark-blue-haired delinquent girl emerged.
“W, I got delayed on the way, but I’m here to save you.” With that, she raised her scythe and swung at Frez.
He immediately shouted, “Ally!” The scythe stopped instantly.
“Ally?” “I’m Frez.” “Oh, oh, sorry.
I’m Seele.” Seele laughed it off awkwardly.
Frez pressed down his arm that wanted to rise and said, “The enemies are over there.
Let’s go!” “Alright!” Seele quickly shook off the awkwardness, her body turning into a phantom.
“Disappear among the butterflies!
Illusions of the past!” Her figure flitted about like a butterfly among flowers—it would have been even better if she didn’t stick her neck out so far.
Seele’s stats might be lacking, but her mechanics were top-notch.
She triggered Resurgence with every kill, and the enemy numbers dropped rapidly.
Frez moved just as fast, using Caelum to move rapidly like an out-of-control truck, sending all the ‘lucky ones’ to another world as severed limbs flew everywhere.
“Caelum!” A point of dazzling azure condensed at his fair fingertips.
The surrounding light began to bend eerily, and the air was pulled in as if a black hole had formed at his fingertip, threatening to swallow everything it touched.
With a light tap of his finger, that point of azure shot out following his line of sight.
The process was nonchalant, but the terrifying power contained within tore through everything in its path.
Crushed stones and soil were ripped from the ground amidst the howling, and the air was instantly vacuumed out, creating a sharp, whistling roar.
Along the path, everyone was crushed and disappeared before they could even scream, leaving behind only a long trench.
The remaining people had lost all will to fight and turned to flee.
Suddenly, a cry rang out in the sky, drowning out the screams, wails, spells, and the bombardment of shells.
The silhouette of the Qingming Bird bloomed in the sky.
Talismans burned into golden streams of light, resonating with the bird.
Talismans formed steps beneath her feet, and the patterns on the hem of her apricot-yellow Taoist robe unfurled in the wind, turning into flowing ripples of dark ink.
As the Qingming Bird flapped its wings, thousands of golden feathers fell, each transforming into a talisman suspended in mid-air.
“Run!” Someone shouted, and in the next second, thousands of talismans poured down like a rainstorm, exploding into brilliant golden patterns on the ground.
The members of the Rust Hammer were instantly swallowed up.
Yixuan’s silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, dancing in the wind.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her slender phoenix eyes flowed with molten gold.
Faint ink-colored eyeshadow was blended at the corners of her eyes.
Her nose was high, her lips were like vermilion, and the natural upward curve of her mouth carried a hint of cold detachment.
She possessed a heart-stirring, otherworldly beauty.
Her body proportions achieved a delicate balance between strength and grace, the white inner garment beneath highlighting her exquisite curves.
Wrapped in the Taoist robe, she appeared even more upright and full.
Her movements embodied a dynamic beauty that made one unable to resist turning on ‘auto-aim,’ their gaze following her movements up and down.
The large mole on her chest was the finishing touch.
The talisman gourd and strings of copper coins hanging at her waist swayed gently with her steps.
Under the black silk sash, the hem of her robe swayed, occasionally lifting a corner to reveal the delicate, porcelain-white skin on the inside of her thighs.
Faint light from the talismans flashed beneath her feet as she stepped down one by one.
Frez’s Six Eyes had already provided the data, making him gasp.