I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

"Look, we've been going around in circles for so long, but it seems we're still at the foot of the mountain..."

Xila looked back at Claire who was climbing the mountain. Claire was shaking her head like a rattle. "Don't look at me. I'm actually directionally challenged. Didn't you notice I've been following you all the time..."

"Oh, really. What do you think is the reason?"

Claire said without hesitation, "Since the Death Jedi are so friendly to fellow travelers like us, they most likely welcome us in. But now we're trapped on the periphery. Perhaps the Phantom Mist Divine Realm set up some kind of formation there back then?"

"It's a pity we can't use magic, otherwise we might be able to detect some array points or something like that."

The two had just begun climbing up a rugged mountain path, flanked by dense forests where towering ancient trees, their lush branches and leaves blotting out the sun.

But after walking for a long time, we were still circling around the foot of the mountain.

Now, night is about to fall.

"Let's find a place to rest first."

After patrolling around, he finally stopped in front of a hidden cave.

The cave is located somewhere at the foot of the mountain and is surrounded by dense vegetation, which provides shelter and prevents the intrusion of monsters or animals.

"It doesn't seem dangerous. It's dry inside. I'll go get some firewood."

Claire gathered some dry branches and leaves, and soon built a small pile of firewood. Sheila took out her tent from her adventurer's backpack and began to set it up on the flat ground inside the cave.

The bonfire jumped in the cave, dispelling the cold and darkness around.

The night in the Hengduan Mountains is unusually quiet, with only the occasional mountain breeze and the distant howling of death.

"One of the benefits of practicing is that you can go without food. If an ordinary person stayed in this hellish place for a few days, they would probably starve to death."

"You can't say that." Claire said softly.

"Perhaps, the so-called death zone is only harmful to practitioners. Otherwise, how did you survive back then?"

"Besides, ordinary people have more experience surviving in this kind of environment...On the contrary, if we lose our power, we will be at the mercy of others."

The temperature of the flame is insignificant to practitioners, but the brightness still makes people feel a little comforted.

"Do you know what people are most likely to feel in this kind of environment? Loneliness."

"Even though you're by my side, I still feel like I'm alone," Claire said.

"You're imagining things again. But it's understandable, since you're still young."

Sheila responded nonchalantly.

"I often dream and occasionally wake up. Later I realized that the trauma I experienced in dreams was more real than reality."

"Sometimes I'm afraid to fall asleep. Because that kind of scene is out of reach. When I wake up, I feel empty inside."

"Which is more important, happiness or power?"

The girl murmured and hummed an unknown folk song.

As the night deepened, the sound of the wind outside the cave gradually grew louder, but it was warm and comfortable inside the tent. Lying in the soft sleeping bag, I soon fell asleep.

......

“Hmm….”

Claire woke up and stared at the unfamiliar rock wall, her mind wandering for a while until a tingling sensation in her arm brought her back from her daydreaming state.

She looked down and saw Miss Sheila sleeping soundly with her head resting on her arm.

Claire stroked Sira's hair, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

Sheila groaned, and Claire quickly withdrew her hand.

"...Sheila, you're awake."

Rubbing her eyes, Sheila yawned and spoke.

"Well, I'm awake."

Miss Sheila, who is still half asleep, is also very cute.

After a moment of relaxation, Xila finally regained her spirits.

Xila pulled Claire's arm and pointed into the distance.

"look!"

It was early morning, but the thick fog had dissipated a lot.

Not only that, it seems that the unpredictable feeling above has also weakened a lot.

"Is it because the formation has been in disrepair for a long time?" Claire rubbed her eyes and looked carefully at the thick fog on the mountain.

"But even so, it's still hard to get up there, right?"

There's no way to use pathfinding magic here, and you can't even use familiars or the like.

No wonder it is called a forbidden area, it turns out it is really a forbidden area for magicians.

"But speaking of which, what happened to the Death Slaves back then?"

Xila suddenly thought of something: "If the monsters in the forbidden area only react to other cultivation systems, then why did the Death Slaves destroy an entire country in the past?"

"Ordinary people don't practice cultivation, do they?"

Claire said, "Actually, ordinary people can also be imbued with magic. They are essentially the reserve of magicians. Only those with a body of absolute magic will not have any magic power on them."

"The benefit of practicing the second path is that you can better control the first path and allow the 'true essence' to manifest."

But no matter what the reason is.

It seemed that breaking in was the only option.

"Just force your way in and you'll be in trouble!" Claire gritted her teeth.

Although the psychedelic fog was still quite thick, it was much stronger than before.

That was enough. With her keen intuition, Claire could detect the weak spots in the mist.

"Watch me fight my way out!"

Claire took a deep breath and adjusted herself.

The next action requires precise judgment and cannot afford any mistakes.

"Is it possible?" Sheila asked.

"Let's try. There's no danger anyway. At worst, we can just go back and keep circling."

Close your eyes, concentrate, and sharpen your perception.

All the sounds, smells, and even the subtle changes in the air flow around me were felt.

“It should be this road!”

Sheila nodded, gripping the weapon tightly in her hand, and followed closely behind Claire.

As Claire moved forward, the surrounding fog began to slowly dissipate.

Some originally blurry figures became clear as the fog dissipated. They were the legendary "corpses", but now they were moving in a strange way.

These corpses stood there, their bodies stiff and twisted, their skin pale as paper, their eyes empty yet strangely emitting a faint green light.

The green light seemed particularly dazzling in the dim light, as if it was a signal sent from the abyss by the remnant soul of the past world.

The two of them looked more and more serious.

These corpses appear motionless, but they are "slaves of death," horrific monsters imbued with the mountain's mysterious power.

Moreover, extremely terrifying fluctuations came from each monster.

Even Claire wasn't sure what realm it was in. But one thing was certain: if they used magic or fighting spirit, they would be instantly annihilated.