The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

The red-haired boy's deep, dark blue soul fire, like a celestial sun from the depths of hell, carrying the aura of annihilation that would burn away all souls, descended upon them! The air seemed to ignite, emitting a silent lament.

"Disperse!" The silent girl in black robes shouted sharply, her voice still cold, yet carrying an undeniable determination.

The red-haired boy's targets were clearly the three who posed the greatest threat to him and "broke his toys"—the taciturn girl in black robes, the cat-tailed man in black robes, and the severely injured but unyielding Elder Baturu!

His small figure twisted and turned strangely in the air, ignoring the laws of physics, chasing after the three like a leech, with the ghostly blue flame following him like a shadow.

Faced with the oncoming ghostly blue flames, she no longer hid, her wide sleeves billowing out as she pressed her palms down in front of her.

Om-!

A visible, violently twisting purplish-black ripple instantly spread out, like an invisible shockwave barrier.

The azure flames collided with the tremor barrier but were not directly neutralized; their soul-burning power remained terrifying.

However, the purplish-black tremors forcibly interfered with and deflected the shape and trajectory of the flames.

The flames, like oil colliding with a turbulent undercurrent, became chaotic, and their spread and coverage were forcibly halted.

Using the recoil from the shockwave, the silent girl in black robes slid backward like a ghost, narrowly avoiding the direct hit from the core of the flames.

However, the purplish-black energy fluctuations around her noticeably dimmed, indicating that maintaining this intensity of spatial oscillations was extremely costly.

Like the most composed chess player, she constantly dodged and searched for the moment to launch a counterattack and disrupt the red-haired archbishop boy's rhythm.

The cat-tailed, black-robed figure's role is to provide corrosive claw attacks and maneuver nimbly around them.

She moved with incredible speed, leaving afterimages in the narrow valley. Her wide black robe and nimble cat tail became the perfect tools to confuse her enemies.

She dared not confront the ghostly blue flames head-on; the scorching aura of them made her instinctively feel a deadly threat.

Whenever the flames drew near, she would use the terrain and the shadows of the rocks to dodge at the last second. Her dark purple claws would leave deep marks as they swept across the rocks, and a purplish-black corrosive magic would cling to them like maggots, trying to create obstacles or interfere with the boy's senses.

Occasionally, she would seize a moment when the boy was attacking someone else, and then strike suddenly like a viper striking.

The eerie purple claw shadows, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through space, aimed directly at the boy's seemingly fragile neck and joints.

But the red-haired boy's reaction was superhumanly fast. Often, with just a casual wave of his hand, a thin layer of ghostly blue fire, containing terrifying soul-burning power, would instantly appear, easily annihilating the claw shadows and forcing her to retreat again, with an annoyed "meow" coming from under her hood.

Elder Baturu was the most severely injured, his soul burning with pain as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his heart. But his unwavering will sustained him.

Unable to move quickly, he simply planted his feet deep into the ground like tree roots.

The magical light, like lava, shone brightly once more, though far less dazzling than in its prime, as he slammed his remaining right fist into the ground.

Rumble!

Several thick rock ridges burning with molten golden light burst forth from the ground, guarding him and the nearby black-robed men like loyal guardians on their flanks.

These rock ridges are not static objects, but rather, under Baturu's control, they continuously grow and deform, actively facing the pursuing ghostly blue flames.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!" The rock ridge came into contact with the flames and was instantly burned away, leaving large gray-white areas as the rock melted and vaporized.

Elder Baturu's body trembled violently, and his face turned even paler. Each burning sensation seemed to directly affect his soul.

But he gritted his teeth, his rock-like face twisted yet resolute, the lava barrier constantly regenerating and thickening, stubbornly resisting the waves of destruction like a reef, creating space for the tall man in black robes and the cat tail to dodge and counterattack.

The red-haired boy weaved between the three, his eerie blue flames sometimes striking in beams, sometimes spreading out and enveloping them, putting the three in grave danger.

His face was always adorned with an excited smile, like a cat toying with its prey. "Fun! So much fun! The wall of little bugs! The kitten's jump! And the hardness of the big rock! Burn it! Burn it all!"

His attacks were ferocious and random, but the soul-burning power made each contact between the three of them feel like dancing on a knife's edge, consuming a great deal of energy.

The situation seemed to give the boy a clear advantage, but the three of them managed to maintain a temporary balance through their cooperation, preventing the boy from completely defeating any of them in a short period of time.

At the same time, Elder Gomur, like the most deadly assassin, had already focused all his killing intent on the seriously injured Bishop Maurice.

He knew that this hidden danger had to be resolved as soon as possible in order to support the main battlefield.

His figure completely blended into the shadows, as if he had vanished. The next moment, he seemed to emerge directly from the shadow beneath Maurice's feet.

"Shattering Star Claw - Shadow Strike!"

The dark purple claw shadows were silent yet sharp enough to pierce through the void, stabbing straight at the four wounds on Morris's back, which were marked with purplish-black erosion.

His goal was clear—to expand the pollution and kill them in one fell swoop!

As an Emberburner, Morris's perception of killing intent runs deep in his bones.

The instant Gomur disappeared, his burning pupils suddenly contracted, and ignoring the excruciating pain from the wound on his back and the energy blockage, his withered body unleashed its final incinerating power.

"Burning dust!"

Centered on him, the air within a radius of several meters was instantly heated to its maximum.

The scorching sand and gravel on the ground glowed with a blinding red light as if they had been ignited, then exploded with a deafening roar, turning into countless tidal waves of dust carrying pale sparks and intense heat, which indiscriminately surged in all directions.

This was both to defend against attacks from Gomur that could come from any direction and to expand the attack range to ensure a hit.

Gomur's claw shadow was impacted by the domain created by the violent burning dust, and its trajectory was slightly deflected.

The claws grazed Morris's ribs, leaving a trail of blood and a few wisps of ashes, but failed to hit the core wound.

Gomur was also forced to reveal himself, his body shimmering with magical crystals as he resisted the scorching heat of the dust, his dark purple claws turning slightly red from the heat.

"Old Ash! Struggle in your death throes!" Gomur roared, his figure blurring once more, transforming into several indistinguishable afterimages that attacked Morris from different angles.

Claws flashed and tore through the air, each strike carrying a deadly purplish-black corrosive magic, specifically targeting Morris's injured left side and areas where energy flow was obstructed.

Rhys, like a wounded lone wolf, leaned against the scorching rock wall, his burning eyes bloodshot.

Unable to unleash a large-scale Ash Nova, he could only compress his incinerating power to an extreme degree, forming pale flame shields that flickered in front of him, struggling to withstand Gomur's elusive claw attacks.