Witch Special

Lin Zhenxi hadn't expected that a simple test like this would have such a significant impact. By the time she felt she was done, the expanding dimensional storm had already covered half of the Orc Canyon and half of the Time Square.

When Lin Zhenxi passed through the spatial portal, the area was still shrouded in thick white fog, obscuring everything. However, Lin Zhenxi was now adept at handling the fog. She simply sent a signal, and it rushed toward her, passing through her body and entering the string world. Within moments, the fog completely vanished, revealing the scene below.

After seeing the scene below, Lin Zhenxi couldn't help but be stunned. This should be the Orc Canyon, right? How did it turn into a white desert?

Lin Zhenxi looked into the distance and could see that on the outskirts of this vast desert were the dilapidated shacks of the Orc Canyon on one side and the garbage dump of Time Square on the other.

The place was right, at the junction of Orc Canyon and Time Square. The demon army had previously camped here. But now, not only was there no camp, there wasn't even any land left.

Could it be that this white sand that feels so fine to the touch is the masterpiece of this white mist?

Lin Zhenxi once again opened the space gate connecting to the dimensional sea, released a little white mist, and then controlled the white mist to roll towards a dilapidated shed outside the white desert.

White fog quickly enveloped the shack, made of wooden planks and iron sheets. In Lin Zhenxi's perception, the shack's once clear outline quickly collapsed, shrank, and was riddled with holes, finally completely dissipating. In just a few seconds, the shack disappeared from Lin Zhenxi's perception.

Lin Zhenxi absorbed the white mist, looked at the white sand that appeared where the shed originally was, and fell silent.

It’s true. The effect of the white fog is to turn everything it touches into white sand?

Moreover, the effect of this desertification should be extremely powerful. This is the base of the demon army's camp. There are countless powerful magicians and magic props, but none of them can stop the desertification of the dimensional white fog. Lin Zhenxi didn't know how many of the demon army had escaped, but in any case, they failed to defend their camp. This was definitely a crushing defeat for those demon organizations.

But Lin Zhenxi was very happy. She finally confirmed that the white mist she could control was not useless. On the contrary, it had dangerous properties, powerful effects, and the convenience of being able to be manipulated at will, and it was inexhaustible. Is there any better power than this?

Anyway, Lin Zhenxi feels that the power of dimension is a promising energy. As long as it continues to be developed, it may become his strongest means of attack.

Under normal circumstances, Lin Zhenxi wouldn't have been qualified to stand before the demonic army. She could provide effective support from behind, but she certainly couldn't destroy the demonic army herself. But now, with the help of the endless white mist of the Dimensional Sea, she had accomplished something that even the vast mechanical army of Silent City couldn't. Lin Zhenxi didn't believe her magic had made any breakthrough; the only explanation was that she had gained a new power so powerful that she couldn't even imagine it.

Furthermore, this power isn't necessarily limited to this world. Even if Lin Zhenxi leaves this world, she can still use the spatial coordinates she left behind in the dimensional sea to open a spatial portal connecting to it and release the dimensional mist from it. Of course, this idea is only in the planning stage. Whether it can be implemented will only be determined after Lin Zhenxi leaves.

So, where had the demon army gone to? Perhaps they had gone home in disgrace? Lin Zhenxi made irresponsible and wild guesses, but unexpectedly, he had guessed the truth.

Losing so many soldiers at the main gate of Silent City without even entering was enough to dampen morale, but the members of the Demonic World Organization, clinging to their hopes for a new world, managed to hold on. However, the sudden onslaught of the dimensional storm unleashed by Lin Zhenxi completely shattered the spirit of the lower ranks of the Demonic World Army.

The cadres were fine; they'd all managed to escape the dimensional storm's reach, so aside from a slight shock, they were largely unscathed. But the ordinary members below were in dire straits. Even if they'd desperately tried to escape, how could two of them possibly outrun the white mist pouring out of Lin Zhenxi's massive, ten-meter-wide spatial portal? The surviving members of the magic organization weren't particularly strong, but simply far enough away from where the mist first hit the ground. As for those closer, none escaped.

Watching his companions being swallowed up by the white fog one after another and disappearing without a trace was such a terrifying experience that all the members of the Demon World Organization who had managed to escape looked like eggplants hit by frost, wilted, covered in dust, with empty eyes, and no trace of the high spirits they had when they first arrived in the Silent City.

Seeing their men reduced to such a state, all the officers frowned. With a team like this, there was no point in continuing the battle. Even if they did, it would yield no results. Instead, they would become a herd of pigs and sheep, easily driven to retreat and disintegrate at the slightest charge.

The situation was dire, but none of the gathered officers wanted to be the first to speak. After all, being the first to retreat wasn't a good reputation. Furthermore, this was the first time these magical organizations in the demonic realm had united, and the outcome was so disastrous, leaving everyone pessimistic about the future. If they failed this time, would there be a next time? The Silent City was incredibly powerful. If they didn't pool their strength, who could single-handedly conquer it and reach the legendary new world?

Damn it! The beautiful new world is clearly right before my eyes, but this damned Silent City blocks the only way out. Damn it, damn it, damn it...

"Tsk, let's go. It's boring. We will get back at old man Luke later." Heartbreaker Richard clasped his hands behind his head and was the first to turn around and leave.

He was more worried about the loss of his men than his reputation. Moreover, among the cadres present, his status was actually the lowest. Matters like the organization's reputation were naturally the responsibility of the leader and deputy leader. Why would a stormtrooper like him worry so much?

If the battle can't be continued, why not go back? Anyway, the Xiaxiu Sect is not short of manpower. If this group of men is gone, then we can select good seedlings and train them again. Sooner or later, we can recover.

In this regard, the Xiaxiu Sect possesses an advantage over several other magical organizations: its membership is drawn from a wider range of sources. While other organizations are primarily composed of a single profession—Tarakuta is composed of elementalists, the Ancient Library is composed of mage scholars, and the Second Promise is composed of summoners—the Xiaxiu Sect, alone, has no such restrictions. As long as you're ruthless to others and yourself, the Xiaxiu Sect is the organization that best suits you.

With Heartbreaker Richard leading the charge, several other magical organizations followed suit, announcing their intention to withdraw. The dog-headed queen's face darkened. After all, she had always believed that the Xiaxiu faction couldn't take the lead, but she hadn't expected Richard to be so foolish. The faction that first proposed withdrawal must bear the greatest responsibility for the failure of this joint offensive. Richard, that bastard!

But the incident had already happened, and there was no point in blaming Richard for his mischief. The most urgent task now was to quickly lead the team back to Harlem.

Dog-Headed Sister Duoheide was well aware that while the Xiaxiu Sect held the greatest influence within the demonic realm, it also had the most enemies. Their joint expedition was a massive undertaking, drawing the attention of the entire demonic realm. Now that the coalition had failed, those hostile to the Xiaxiu Sect would certainly not let go of a lone, already terrified Xiaxiu contingent. To prevent further losses, Dog-Headed Sister Duoheide had to lead her troops back to the Xiaxiu Sect's territory as quickly as possible.

Even the other three factions that had also chosen to leave might not have had other ulterior motives. Their alliance was based solely on shared interests, not a close relationship. Now that the coalition had disbanded, old and new grudges had resurfaced. None of them got along well with each other, so if other factions were secretly plotting a plot against the Xiaxiu faction, Dolhead wouldn't be surprised.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the Xiuxiu sect was too big and had too many enemies, and the losses this time were too heavy, Duoheide would have planned to stab her allies in the back. She believed that her allies must have been thinking the same as she was, and would definitely kill her if they found the opportunity.

In this hellish place called the Demon Realm, everyone has eighteen thoughts of their own. Only by being on guard against others in everything can you live long.

In this way, the four magic organizations were wary of each other and left in different directions, because they were all worried that other forces would take advantage of the situation. The four forces left surprisingly calmly and soon disappeared from each other's sight.

With this, the plan of the four major magic organizations in the demon world to jointly attack Silent City and try to reach the new world was completely bankrupt. Silent City finally won the victory and the peace that the Tarot members longed for...

I lied to you, the real crisis in Silent City is just beginning.