100: Finally Can Hit Her
"Little Qi, come look at this!" Half-crouching on a hill made of various treasures, Guild Leader held up an ancient wooden box and called to Qila.
When she saw this wooden box, a voice suddenly emerged in her heart—this box contained power sufficient to dispel the mist.
This perfectly matched Qila's earlier description, so Guild Leader loudly called for Qila.
"Let me see." Hearing Guild Leader's call, Qila hurried to her side, carefully observing the box.
The box was made of wood, and getting close, she could smell a faint fragrance. The box's top was carved with a sun-like pattern, below which were somewhat abstract shapes.
It looked like mist being dispersed by sunlight.
The wooden box wasn't locked. Qila simply pressed a protrusion on the box, and it opened automatically, revealing a golden gem.
"Inject magical power into the gem to summon the blazing sun and dispel the mist." Two lines of text were carved on the wood around the gem, instructing whoever opened the box on the gem's proper use.
Qila didn't doubt it. Without a word, she picked up the gem and injected her magical power into it.
Scorching, hot as the sun itself.
The gem began to glow, its terrifying heat making Qila's brows furrow tightly.
Her palm's skin was already burned, but Qila frowned not from pain—she knew her sister was fighting a deity downstairs, and deities were absolutely not something her sister could defeat.
She had to dispel the fog before her sister was defeated.
"Damn it, not enough magical power." The real reason for Qila's frown was discovering her magical power couldn't satisfy this gem at all.
The gem devoured her magical power like a bottomless pit. Though the golden light was brilliant, it couldn't dispel the entire city's fog.
How much magical power was needed to fully activate the gem?
Qila didn't know. She only knew she couldn't activate the gem alone.
But among those present, only she was a demon who could use magical power. Even if others could use magic, they were far weaker than her. If she couldn't feed this gem, what use were they?
Only one option remained—go downstairs to find her sister and have her activate the gem.
Qila deeply regretted not bringing a few potions when leaving home. With magical power restoration potions now, she wouldn't be in such an awkward situation.
So why was there a prematurely awakened deity here?
The time hadn't come yet, right?
"Quick, let's go downstairs!" Without explanation, Qila grabbed the scalding gem and ran downstairs.
Even if it meant walking into a trap, she had to take the chance.
She couldn't just accept fate, could she?
"Eh? Whoa." The Guild Leader and the others hurried to follow.
Returning to the first floor, Qila quickly rolled to dodge incoming sword energy.
"Wah!" Thanks to Qila's movement giving Guild Leader and the others some warning, or they would have taken that sword energy head-on.
Golden light leaked through Qila's fingers, forcing back the white fog.
"It's working!" Qila rejoiced, immediately opening her hand holding the gem.
Instantly, sun-like golden light forced back all the fog permeating the first floor.
"Damn it, it's the sun!" The God of Fog hiding in the mist awkwardly covered her eyes. The sun was her greatest weakness—then and now.
With the mist dispersed, Qila immediately saw her sister's poor condition.
Her clothes had become tattered, the stockings under her skirt torn in several places and stained red with blood.
Very disheveled, showing just how powerful a deity truly was.
"Sister, inject magical power into the gem!" Without extensive explanation, Qila threw the gem toward Leticia.
Leticia was still surprised by the suddenly changing situation when she heard her sister's words and quickly reached out to catch the sun-like gem.
The God of Fog immediately formed a spear—she absolutely couldn't let Leticia get the gem.
The gem was currently only half-unsealed, with dispersing one room's mist already its limit.
But if Leticia continued injecting magical power to unseal it, the God of Fog feared her divine realm would truly be sealed again.
Clang!
A teeth-grinding friction sound echoed in the spacious room.
The fog spear was severed by the stellar sword. Bai Ling stood silently before Leticia, raising her sword toward the God of Fog whose expression shifted unpredictably.
"To harm her, first defeat me." She said coldly.
At this moment, Bai Ling was like a mountain, blocking the God of Fog's malice toward Leticia.
"Tch, she got to show off." Leticia pouted, then looked up at her sister. "Qila, just inject magical power?"
"Yes, just inject magical power!"
"Alright, I hope you're not lying to me, Qila." Without hesitation, Leticia sent her remaining magical power into the gem.
The gem had quite an appetite. Leticia's body swayed several times before barely steadying herself.
Overexerted.
But the gem still wasn't satisfied.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The God of Fog had completely unleashed herself. She knew now wasn't the time to take things slowly—she absolutely, absolutely had to kill that girl before the gem fully activated!
"Don't even think about it!" Bai Ling gripped her sword as a phantom galaxy slowly appeared behind her.
At this moment, she even surpassed the God of Fog in presence.
"No way... Little Bai... she..." Guild Leader stared slack-jawed at the stellar river behind Bai Ling.
Legend said Stellar Sword Saint could sever galaxies with her sword—it sounded exaggerated, but the Guild Leader knew it wasn't.
That was the highest expression of the Sword Saint's martial arts. She truly could sever the galaxy in the sky with one sword.
But wasn't the Sword Saint male?
Why, why was it Little Bai?
Yes, seeing Bai Ling unleash such an attack, how could the Guild Leader not guess Bai Ling's true identity?
Only the Sword Saint, only she, could achieve this level.
"Slash!"
With the girl's voice, the galaxy behind her shattered.
A sword light impossible to look at directly severed the galaxy, broke through space-time's constraints, and appeared before the God of Fog.
"What..." No time to react—no, this sword was completely impossible to react to.
Boom!
Taking the sword light head-on, the God of Fog fell to the ground in a sorry state. After several breaths, she finally stood up with a dark expression.
Golden blood flowed from her mouth, and true anger appeared in those mist-shrouded eyes.
"Unforgivable, unforgivable!" she shouted loudly.
How dare they wound her—she was actually wounded by a mortal.
Unforgivable!