I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

As time passed, the spiritual moon hung high in the sky, like a divine disk fixed in the sky, making the entire mountain range bright and clear, as if bursts of white mist were rising.

Claire stood on an open meadow. Her figure was mysterious under the moonlight, like an elf walking out of a secret place.

"Speaking of which, aren't you bringing Arya here?"

"That's too dangerous. Crossing the Death Zone is no joke."

Xila asked her former adventurer companions to send the disguised Arya to Loma.

This was also what Claire advocated.

Otherwise, with Arya's power, coming here would be tantamount to suicide.

Sheila sighed. "That girl keeps trying to ask you questions, but you always evade them. What are you worried about? Are you ruining her future?"

Claire said, "Yes. That's certainly one reason. If she had stayed in the Holy Church, at least her future would have been guaranteed. But I took her away."

"The Holy Church is not a good place. I can see that. No, I should say I realized it. I wanted to let Arya stay there, but..."

Xila said, "At some point, you changed your mind in an instant and brought her here regardless of her opinion."

Claire blinked her red eyes and stared at the night sky. "This is just my willfulness. I'll explain it to her later. Anyway, I need to become stronger."

The girl's breath was long and rhythmic, each breath synchronized with the pulse of the surrounding environment, and her body seemed connected to the earth and sky.

Ms. Sheila slowly explained the techniques and tricks she had always used.

"It's as if I want to absorb the surrounding moonlight and night wind into my chest, as quiet and ethereal as it is, yet I want to pay attention to the pulse of this world... It's not magic, nor is it the law of perception."

"Isn't it magic? Could it be the life force of nature?"

In the moonlight, her face was calm and focused, her skin looked even more delicate in the soft light. Her long hair fell gently, occasionally blown by the breeze, like an elf in the night.

"I call it that because I don't know what it is either... but it's warm and seems to have the same origin as our bodies."

"I heard that warrior training usually involves absorbing magic power and combining it with one's own life force in the early stages. That seems to be what this is... but."

Claire found it magical. This kind of power was invisible to the naked eye and even to the mind.

Only through specific melody and perception can one "seem" to incorporate it into the body.

However, Claire still noticed something thanks to her golden finger's enlightenment.

If the absorption of magic power and star power is done while one is conscious, then this kind of energy can only be absorbed during "unconscious" breathing or in a state of trance.

You cannot deliberately sense the energy in the air.

Those complicated breathing methods are just a means to awaken your unconsciousness.

Claire told Sheila her understanding. Miss Sheila's eyes lit up, then she closed her eyes and thought for a moment, then fired a few shots into the air.

Then she shook her head, closed her eyes again, and sank into that state. Suddenly, she stabbed out with a spear like lightning.

There was no sonic boom or any grand explosion.

It was just one shot, but the sharpness of it made Claire feel extremely dangerous.

She said to Sheila in surprise, "I was right. Your breathing method is directly based on the state of freedom!!"

The so-called freedom means being unrestrained and not being bound by any external factors. It is consistent with free will and the spirit of liberation.

In the state of utmost stillness, one looks within oneself, the body becomes like crystal, the spirit like light, one forgets oneself and things, forgets heaven and earth, becomes one with the void, the light shines magically, one becomes hazy and ever-changing, as if one wants to speak but forgets why.

This was the realm reached by the Holy Son of the Holy Church. Although Xila had not yet fully perceived the laws, she was able to crush the Holy One with just the "art" of this shot.

The premise is that the Holy Spirit does not use the law to amplify the damage.

At that time, the Holy Son was in that state, but because his laws were also pushed to that state, once he had a discriminatory mind, he immediately fell from freedom.

However, this breathing method achieves that state from another perspective.

As the breathing technique deepened, Claire began to feel a warm force flowing through her body. It started from her heart, flowed along her blood vessels throughout her body, and finally gathered in her dantian.

"Isn't this internal force? Or is it true essence?"

Claire's face turned grim.

What kind of world is this?

She was certain that this was a new path that was different from the magic system and was extremely powerful. This breathing method was only the basis, or a fragment.

In the spells that Xila recited, some terms were mentioned in a few words. After careful consideration, she could naturally realize this astonishing fact.

"Could it be that the Hengduan Mountains themselves are the burial site of an ancient spiritual civilization? Is that why it's become a forbidden area?" Claire was horrified.

But no matter what it was, Claire decided to go and see.

......

The Hengduan Mountains, this forbidden land of death, winds through the heart of the continent like a giant dragon, overlooking the entire northern continent.

In the past, the towering mountains here made countless practitioners stop here.

The seemingly magnificent mountains are so beautiful that they make people feel sublime.

However, the mountain is steep and rocky, and rockfalls and landslides often occur, ruthlessly devouring all lives that dare to approach.

On the edge of the Hengduan Mountains, thick white fog rises all year round. It is the formation set up by the Illusion Mist Divine Realm in the past.

“This is the fringe area.”

Xila looked at the white fog of death and felt a little uneasy. She still remembered the horror she felt when she walked here.

From time to time, there was a whistling sound next to my ears - very similar to the cry of the slaves of death.

“It’s really frustrating.”

Claire broke a branch by stepping on it, and the sticky soil on it almost caused her to sprain her ankle.

The white fog not only retains a large amount of moisture, but also has hallucinogenic properties, making people lose their way.

Claire had used tracking magic just now, but it was useless.

"Do you know that according to legend, there are ancient ruins and cursed treasures hidden here?"

"It's probably a legacy from the Phantom Mist Divine Realm, right?"

Just as Claire and Sira were chatting, Claire's brows suddenly jumped.

Then he turned around and punched me.

boom--

A dry hand emerged from the depths of the thick fog, carrying a suffocating chill and breath of death, and pinched towards Claire's throat.

"Be careful, it's the death--!" The cry broke the silence.

Before Sheila finished speaking, Claire reacted swiftly. Her iron fist traced mysterious paths through the air. While seemingly simple and unpretentious, it contained unfathomable power.

The violent fist wind did not show any energy fluctuations, but when it collided with the monster's palm, it burst out with amazing power, shaking away the hand of death.

Then, Claire took a step forward, her figure like a ghost, and burrowed into the monster's chest. With a powerful thrust, she sent it flying. The monster's body arced through the air and slammed heavily into the rocks in the distance, making a dull thud.

Seeing this, Sheila threw her spear without hesitation. The spear streaked through the air with a brilliant silver light, piercing the monster's chest and pinning it to the ground.

The tip of the spear flashed with a cold light, and the monster's body made a hissing sound as the spear pierced through it.

After a while, the monster stopped breathing.

"How dangerous..."

Sheila muttered.

"It would be nice if Raziel was here. At least he could use some kind of warning spell, or maybe a scanning spell?"

All in all, this small team is lacking a wide-area magician.