Transcending the Magic Era: The Supreme Female Archmage

Auster activated his skill first—Frost Domain—attempting to trap his opponent. However, the man was incredibly fast, easily dodging the attack. The two exchanged blows for a long time, with the man refraining from using any skills, focusing solely on evasion.

Auster grew increasingly wary; it seemed this person was even stronger than he had anticipated. But why avoid a fight? Was it to prevent his identity from being exposed?

After dodging Auster's attack again, the man said in a sinister tone, "Your Highness, I've played with you for quite a while now. I have other matters to attend to. I'll play with you properly next time."

Before he finished speaking, a cloud of mist rose up around them, and the man's figure quickly disappeared into the mist.

Auster's face was grim, his gaze sharp as knives, when suddenly a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips. "You think you can escape? Ha!"

As the fog gradually dissipated, Auster immediately ordered his men to investigate the situation inside.

After a long while, Puyang Mingche walked over with a somber face and a solemn expression.

"Your Highness, we have searched the entire place and found no survivors. This place has become a dead zone."

Auster's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and anger gradually filled the air. "Damn it, he was just stalling for time to silence me!"

He forcibly suppressed his anger and ordered in a deep voice, "Search thoroughly and see if you can find any useful clues, such as the invitation list."

"Yes!"

After Puyang Mingche left, Auster calmed himself down a bit and slowly walked towards a palace.

Standing before the palace, looking up at the four gilded characters above it—Secret Paradise—his face instantly turned deathly pale, his stomach churned, and he gagged twice.

He eased his discomfort slightly, forced himself to calm down, and stepped into the palace. The interior of the palace was a completely different scene; as soon as he entered, he was greeted by a nauseating scene of debauchery and savagery.

Thinking of all the disgusting things that had happened here, a look of loathing flashed in Auster's eyes. He raised his hand and unleashed a skill, instantly destroying the entire area.

Continuing inside, you'll find rows of uniquely decorated rooms. These rooms are filled with various appliances, clearly prepared to satisfy the perverse desires of some clients.

Upon entering one of the rooms, the floor was covered in blood, clearly indicating a recent massacre. A stench filled the air, making one feel nauseous.

He glanced at the utensils in the room, his brow furrowing involuntarily. Finally, unable to suppress the churning in his stomach any longer, he quickly walked out. Leaning against a tree, he vomited violently.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

After vomiting for a while, Puyang Mingche's voice suddenly came from behind him. Then, he handed him a bottle of water and a clean handkerchief.

Auster nodded slightly, took the water and handkerchief, gulped down two mouthfuls, rinsed his mouth, and his expression recovered somewhat. He wiped his mouth, his voice slightly weak, "How was it? Did you find anything?"

Puyang Mingche shook his head. "No, everything was completely destroyed. We didn't find anything useful."

"He's a ruthless character indeed!" Auster sneered. "Fine, have this place completely demolished and then filled in solidly. I don't want to hear any more news about a black market reopening here."

After saying that, he turned to leave, but suddenly paused and spoke again, "By the way, when we get back, we should interrogate the people at the Calligraphy and Painting Studio thoroughly and see if we can get anything useful out of them. As beastmen, to be able to thrive so well among humans, I don't believe there's nothing fishy going on behind the scenes."

……

Meanwhile, the group who had finally escaped through another passage quickly boarded their magical flying vehicle to leave. At this time, a no-fly zone had been implemented in the city, and large groups were waiting for them in all directions.

As soon as the group's flying car appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of the main force, and teams lying in wait from all directions quickly surrounded it.

"Master, what should we do? We're surrounded."

The man gave a sinister smile. "So, Prince, I'll remember this!" He quickly surveyed his surroundings, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. "Break through from the east with all our might! Charge out!"

Seeing their attempt to break through, the large contingent that had surrounded them quickly converted their flying vehicles into open-top configurations. Inside, the mages brandished their staffs, magical spells flashing in the air and raining down on the vehicles like a storm.

A barrage of skills rained down on the flying vehicle. A faint white light rose from its surface, calmly deflecting the overwhelming magical attacks.

Nevertheless, the vehicle continued to shake and sway from the intense bombardment of the skills, as if it were about to be torn apart at any moment.

"Master, this defensive formation probably can't withstand more than a few attacks like this," the attendant said nervously.

The man's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "Have the others come and clear the way."

The attendant hesitated, but seeing the cold killing intent in the man's eyes, he silently swallowed his words and turned to relay the order.

Upon receiving the man's order, everyone gasped, fell silent for a moment, and a flicker of despair crossed their eyes. They knew they had been completely abandoned.

However, the silence was quickly broken; they had no choice. After all, disobeying their master's orders also meant certain death.

They quickly circled the man's flying car in their vehicles, forming a defensive line and doing their best to shield him from the skill attacks from the large group.

The pressure on the flying car the man was riding instantly decreased. He coldly glanced at the flying cars around him, which were teetering on the brink of collapse due to the constant bombardment of skills, closed his eyes, and said coldly again, "Accelerate, break out!"

The attendant nodded, and the flying car shot off like an arrow, with the other flying cars following closely behind.

Seeing that the attacking force was about to catch up, several flying cars that were already close to crashing suddenly turned and rushed towards the attacking force.

Just as they were about to approach the besieging team, several figures rushed out of the flying car. They quickly detonated their crystal cores in an attempt to stop the pursuit.

However, to their surprise, the commotion caused by their self-destruction was not even as great as the impact of a single skill attack from the opponent.

Everyone was filled with bewilderment as they died: When did the power of a self-destruction become so great? It's like they've become worthless in death.

With significantly less resistance, the man's motorcycle sprinted at full speed and finally broke through the encirclement.

The flying cars that were originally responsible for intercepting them were now completely destroyed under the continuous bombardment of skills, turning into a pile of wreckage.

The attendant glanced at the rapidly approaching column behind them and couldn't help but feel anxious. "Master, they're almost catching up."

The man's face grew increasingly grim, a chill flashing in his eyes. "Find a secluded place and abandon the car."

His heart was filled with rage. He, a man of stature… had never before fled in such a pathetic state, like a stray dog? If it weren't for the need to conceal his identity at this moment…

He bit his teeth until they bled, and as he tasted the faint metallic flavor in his mouth, a crimson glint flashed in his eyes: Auster, Auster, you will pay the price for what you have done today.