I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

Because after all, the magician's body is not that strong. In a battle of the same level, to reach this level, the word "genius" can no longer be used to describe it.

The battle changed the weather. At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds and heavy rain was pouring down.

The three items in the distance lost their magic power supply and fell to the ground. This was because all three of them were exhausted and did not even have the strength to block the rain. They were staggering and were about to collapse at any time.

With just a casual strike, Claire could send them to their doom.

And Sov's eyes now were full of anger, without a trace of fear.

Even though he was in danger, his ferocious look remained unchanged.

But after practicing to this point and spending countless years of hard work, how could I give up my life?

After wavering for a moment, he sighed and said, "Your strength at this level is far superior to ours. And you haven't even used the Death Slaves yet. We are completely convinced of our defeat."

"The three of us will not stop you from leaving today."

Claire asked coldly, "Is this what you should say when you surrender?"

Meltok said angrily, "Witch, what are you going to do?"

Of course, Claire could kill these three people with a single punch, and then shock the surrounding magicians into not daring to say anything, but the value of these three people alive was much higher than that of the dead.

"Hand over your secret techniques and cultivation experiences, and I will let you go!"

Meltoc and Landolim glared, but Soph hushed them, sighing, "Okay, that's it!"

After discussing it, the three of them transformed their secret techniques into a magic book, handed it to Claire, and then supported each other as they left.

The three strongest ones ran away, and the remaining magicians were silent, and could only watch the leader to dispense justice.

The leader was one of the leaders of the Magic Association. Seeing that everyone was wavering, he could only say helplessly,

"The witch's power is beyond our imagination. We can't even match her own strength, let alone her trump card. It seems we can't get justice for the dead soldiers."

There's some skill in saying this.

On the one hand, it is pointed out that this is not surrender, but out of helplessness. Revenge must be taken in the future, but now is not the time because they are not the opponent.

On the other hand, give the magicians present a way out. Otherwise, justice is here, and if they run away, they will be cowards.

After saying this, the magicians on the periphery began to evacuate.

Some of the prominent and powerful people inside waited for Claire's response with grim expressions.

Claire shrugged. She wouldn't stop the little shrimp from running away.

"You two. I still like the way you were so arrogant before."

"Witch! Are you trying to insult us?!"

A magician angrily scolded Claire for her smug look, stretching her neck with a deadly look that said, "If I die, I die. What's there to be afraid of?"

"Oh? May I ask who this gentleman is?"

"I am a member of the Black Wind Magic Society, Witch. You can kill me alone, but are you going to kill the millions of people in my society?"

Uh, that sounds fresh.

"Okay. If you tell me the home addresses of your society members, I will definitely visit them in the future. So can you tell me about the situation of everyone in your society? Oh, just write it down for me."

After hearing these words, the young man's face turned red with anger.

Write it down? That would be harmful to everyone.

However, at this time, a group of people began to support the young man from the Black Wind Society.

Well, it seems that the magician is indeed much tougher than the knights of Carlisle.

This is certainly a compliment.

What the magician pursues is the truth, and the only way to obtain the truth is to freely develop the spirit.

Those in the Holy Church use the holy light as a means, regard their ancestors as faith, and live their entire lives under the rules of the doctrine.

At the beginning, the saints still had some purity, but then under this centralized regulation, the spirits of more and more people became increasingly vulgar.

Especially the upper class people, they are not only despicable but also extremely hateful.

They lived the opposite of what the doctrine taught them, and whatever the doctrine taught them made them pure, they practiced in the opposite direction.

On the contrary, the magician who looks like a loose sand is much more honest.

Unfortunately, these indignant guys present are ultimately ignorant mortals controlled by greed.

"If you have developed ignorance, your wisdom is obscured. As a magician, I sympathize with you and understand you."

Claire continued, "A witch's body is the embodiment of rules. Every magician dedicated to the pursuit of truth might be curious about such power, perhaps even fanatically curious."

The magicians below all agreed. They also knew that Claire was also a magician.

"But if your spiritual practice is merely to chase after external laws, without devoting yourself to mastering the movement of your own spirit, how can you transcend the shackles that bind your true self?"

"The bottom line is, you've developed a delusion, believing that by gaining the power of a witch, you can manipulate the laws. In reality, it's nothing more than an illusion. Only the witch's spirit can grasp the power of a witch."

"Even that so-called final sword is nothing more than a dead object that can ignore most laws. May I ask, do you need to rely on the corpses of others to achieve your transcendence?"

Many mages were speechless. Even the most indignant fire mage lowered his head and thought about his own actions.

But there are still some ambitious magicians who calculate their own interests and gains and losses.

There is no cure for such people. They use power as a tool to achieve their own desires.

A prevailing practice believed that the only thing essential for cultivation was the abundance of resources. With enough resources, even a pig could evolve into an Ancient God.

Therefore, people who hold this idea become monsters that "only eat and do not defecate". They devour all the spiritual things around them and absorb the magic power of the outside world to their heart's content.

Because of the problem of resource possession, this kind of magician soon came into conflict with other magicians, which led to the suffering of all lives and the earth turned into scorched earth.

Even after years of practicing mindfulness, they are no match for street brawlers on this issue. Their slogan is: "Practice itself is a struggle with the heavens."

Their behavior is no different from that of the most simple farmers who are fighting for a well in the fields and getting hurt.

So "this pig" can indeed become an ancient god because it eats enough, but it can never transcend, and cannot even grasp its own truth.

After listening to Claire's explanation, some of the magicians showed respect, while others were unconcerned. Sheila and the others also rushed over.