I was so scared that I put all my points into health.

Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted outside the guild, the sound like a surging tide, rapidly approaching. Inside the previously quiet research room, everyone froze, as if something new had occurred…

The commotion outside the guild grew closer, pounding like drumbeats in everyone's hearts. The faces of the Adventurer's Guild's higher-ups instantly hardened with alarm; they exchanged glances, their eyes filled with seriousness.

President Winnie said to the researchers, "You continue your research. This is crucial to the safety of the entire continent, so you must not be distracted. I'll go out and check the situation first."

Wang Xiaoyi, Alpha, and Allen exchanged glances and followed President Winnie out without hesitation. The researchers quickly immersed themselves in analyzing the pointer fragments, their expressions focused, as if the surrounding noise was irrelevant to them.

Wang Xiaoyi followed Guild Leader Winnie into the guild hall, where a group of people clad in strange armor stood at the entrance. Their armor seemed to blend the hardness of metal with a sinister darkness, emanating an aura of metallic and dark energy that permeated the air, making one feel as if they were on the edge of a cold, dark abyss. Leading the group was a tall, stern-faced man, easily over two meters tall, standing there like a small mountain. His face seemed sculpted from cold, hard rock, its lines sharp and lifeless. His eyes were like deep, dark pools, gleaming with a chilling light; merely being swept by his gaze felt like being sliced ​​across the face by a cold blade.

Guild Master Winnie took a step forward, her steps steady and firm, like a giant ship sailing on a turbulent sea, full of power. She gently held her staff in both hands, her voice steady and powerful: "Who are you? Why are you causing trouble at the guild gate? This is the Adventurers' Guild, not a place for you to run wild."

The cold-faced man's lips curled into a slight, disdainful sneer, a laugh that sounded like a sinister howl emanating from a cold tomb: "Who we are is unimportant. What matters is that you took what rightfully belongs to the Dark Cult today. If you know what's good for you, hand it over, or you will all perish here. Don't think that this little adventurer's guild can withstand the wrath of the Dark Cult."

A burly man from the Adventurers' Guild emerged, moving like a powerful whirlwind. His muscles bulged with each movement, exuding explosive power. He gripped his massive sword tightly, its blade gleaming coldly in the magical light, like a venomous snake poised to strike. "You're courting death, daring to cause trouble for our guild. Today, you dark cultists will taste your power." He said, scratching his head with his other hand, seemingly unconcerned about his enemies.

Upon hearing this, the cold-faced man's sneer turned into a contemptuous laugh. With a casual wave of his hand, his men surged forward like a tidal wave, their footsteps chaotic and heavy, like death approaching step by step.

President Winnie smiled coolly, a smile as warm as the winter sun, exuding a composed confidence that instantly illuminated her entire aura. Her left hand held a staff steadily, a staff seemingly carved from mysterious ebony, radiating a profound and restrained aura. The magic crystal at the top of the staff resembled a imprisoned, deep blue star, shimmering with a pure and profound blue light, as if containing endless magical mysteries.

Her right hand rose slightly, her slender fingers dancing swiftly in the air like nimble sprites. Each finger movement was precise and rhythmic, as if playing a mysterious melody belonging only to the magical world. Accompanying the movement of her fingers, the surrounding magical elements seemed to be drawn together by invisible threads, rapidly gathering towards her.

As she moved, a massive magical shield slowly rose before her. The shield resembled a colossal beast's shield growing from the depths of the earth, thick and sturdy. The runes on the shield were like ancient incantations, shimmering with golden light. These lights, like flowing flames, moved slowly along the veins of the runes, making the shield appear like an impregnable fortress, radiating an awe-inspiring aura.

She gently waved her staff, repelling the enemies charging ahead. Like raging waves crashing against an insurmountable reef, they fell backward. Their faces were filled with astonishment and fear, as if they hadn't expected this seemingly delicate woman to unleash such powerful defensive magic.

At the same time, President Winnie chanted incantations. The incantation sounded like mysterious words from a distant ancient time, each syllable containing powerful magic. Her hands moved rapidly, forming hand gestures as if weaving an invisible magical net. Then, she gently pushed forward, and a dazzling magical light shot out from her palms.

One after another, large fireballs flew from her hands. Like angry firebirds, they spread their burning wings, carrying an aura of annihilation as they hurtled towards the enemy. The fireballs traced bright arcs through the air, like the trajectories of shooting stars, crashing down upon the enemy with a whistling sound. Wherever the fireballs passed, the air was scorched and distorted, the intense heat blurring the surrounding scenery.

Not only that, but it was as if a mysterious magical garden had suddenly opened beneath each enemy's feet. Ice flowers bloomed, crystal clear ice flowers like bizarre flowers blooming in hell. These ice flowers were like living vines, spreading rapidly and freezing the enemy's feet in place. At the same time, the freezing spell was like countless cold tentacles, spreading upwards along the enemy's legs, attempting to turn the enemy's entire body into an ice sculpture.

Meanwhile, the Thunderclap spell was unleashed simultaneously, dark clouds gathering in the sky, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder. Thick bolts of lightning, like silver snakes, snaked down, striking precisely at the enemy. The instant the lightning struck, the blinding light turned everything around pale, and powerful currents raged through the enemy, producing a crackling sound.

The burly man charged into the enemy ranks like a whirlwind, his speed astonishing, almost a blurry blur. Each swing of his sword was like a precise scythe of death, striking the enemy's vitals with lightning speed. The blade clashed with the enemy's armor, sending sparks flying like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

However, this group's strength should not be underestimated. In battle, they were like a pack of highly adaptable wild beasts, gradually adjusting to the attack rhythm of President Winnie and the burly men. They began to adjust their formation in an organized manner, coordinating seamlessly with each other, and organizing more effective attacks. Their attacks became even more ferocious, like surging waves relentlessly crashing against reefs.

Just then, Guild Master Winnie noticed the battlefield situation turning against her side. Her eyes darted around, and she immediately cast a powerful time spell. She brandished her staff, chanting ancient and mysterious incantations. With her incantation, time seemed to slow down, and the enemy's previously swift attacks became sluggish, as if they were struggling through mud. Seeing this, the burly man seized the opportunity, using his immense strength to rampage through the enemy ranks. Like a runaway war tank, he sent enemies flying wherever he went. His sword flashed incessantly, disrupting their formation.