Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

The liquid in the bottle shimmered with an ominous blue-purple hue, bubbling and gurgling; just one look at it was enough to make one want to vomit.

Clearly, these people don't believe Jingli.

Or rather, they never trusted anyone in the "I Reign Supreme in the Game World" guild, including the survivor "The King Sent Me to Patrol the Mountain".

The witch dragged the bottle to the front of the scene, followed by a musty, dusty smell.

"Please, Your Majesty."

Her dry lips opened and closed, uttering a seductive murmur.

Jingli seemed to be in a daze for a moment, then blankly raised her hand and took the bottle.

The next moment, the bottle shattered into pieces, and none of the fragments or the liquid inside landed on Jingli; instead, they all shot towards the witch.

At the same moment the bottle shattered, a pitch-black cloth appeared, and the witch quickly retreated.

The "black cloth" disappeared, and Langdon stood in front of the witch. The two werewolves were lined up at the front of the group, while Zoran remained in the middle.

"Send a message to those delusional idiots, tell them not to cower in the shadows and not even know that a rat has entered their team."

Zuo Lun remained aloof and even smiled, seemingly quite interested in the current situation.

Langdon flipped his wrist, and the blackness spread from his palm.

Jingli then realized that it wasn't cloth at all, but darkness.

The darkness quickly enveloped the seven of them, with a red moon at its center.

Two long howls followed, and the werewolf's body rapidly expanded, transforming completely, and it charged straight towards Jingli.

This level of attack was nothing to Jingli. The transformed werewolf was only slightly taller than the humanoid form of an adult Flying Tiger Beastman, not to mention that he had previously encountered a large and highly defensive creature like the Long-tailed Beast.

Jingli lightly touched the ground with her toes, dodging at a speed invisible to the naked eye. After doing this twice, the werewolf was enraged and attacked Jingli in an even more ferocious state.

Jingli had been waiting for this moment.

He lingered for a moment, allowing the werewolf to see his figure, and then leaped up quickly. The high-speed werewolves collided with each other in their rage, both vomiting blood.

All of this happened in less than a minute.

The vampire who hadn't spoken had vanished from the spot at some point. In the small space bathed only in moonlight, the gradually spreading blackness on the ground was not easily noticed.

It was a black color, like dried blood, with a metallic smell.

The first skeletal hand emerged from the ground, just a hair's breadth away from grabbing Jingli's ankle.

However, Jingli reacted even faster, leaping into the air in an instant and landing on a thick branch.

[6058: Avoid these skeletons. Skeletons are not their primary attack method; if they touch you, they will drain your flesh and turn you into skeletons.]

Jingli clicked her tongue softly.

A little troublesome.

The orcs have never encountered such an enemy before and do not yet have the power to counter this attack.

We can't let the orcs practice on us.

There's no need for them to stay.

Jingli quickly made a judgment and rushed towards Langdon by leaping through the air.

The vampire who released the skeleton disappeared without a trace. This skill must have been released based on his original body, making it very difficult to lock onto.

But since the other side is going to release such a dark area with a red moon in a grand manner, and even sent a witch to guard it alone, it is clear that this darkness has a very strong effect.

It could be an enhancement of skills, or more likely, this power can only be used in the dark.

What if the darkness disappeared?

When Jingli turned around, the witch already knew what he wanted to do.

With a soft "bang," a dark red mist rose in front of the witch and Langdon, concealing Langdon, the witch, and Zoran, who had been watching the battle.

Without a doubt, this fog is poisonous.

But Jingli wasn't worried.

He skillfully took out a prop card, and the pink in his eyes shone frighteningly in the darkness. Zuo Lun and the others could see the captivating pink, which seemed to judge all their sins, through the dark red mist.

Jingli quickly locked onto the target, conjured a spear with energy, and thrust it straight towards Langdon.

Vampires are evil beings, and those chosen by Cyphers are even more evil.

Energy is best used for this kind of thing.

With a soft "thud" that could only be heard in the scene, the pale golden spear pierced directly into Langdon's chest. Neither the witch nor Zoran knew what had happened.

Langdon opened his mouth and roared in pain, the blackness above his head flickering and becoming unstable.

Zuo Lun turned around, heard the sound and turned around, and was shocked to find that Langdon's heart was burning. The flame was not very hot, but it was like holy light, about to blind him.

Even the "curse of the moon" could not stop this pain.

Soon, the entire Langdon vampire was ablaze, and the witch's poisonous mist was also scorched into a safe clearing.

The darkness disappeared, the vanished vampire returned to its original form, and the werewolf shrank in size.

"Lord Zuo Lun, aren't you going to make a move?"

Zuo Lun stared in horror at the handsome young man before him, who looked like a teenager. His pink eyes seemed like an abyss to him, filling him with fear from the bottom of his heart.

"We withdraw."

Zuo Lun could no longer maintain his previous elegance and arrogance. In a panic, he tried to send a message through the system to the "King" guild, which he had always looked down upon, asking them to open the entrance.

but……

"It's too late."

Jingli gave a faint smile, making him look innocent and harmless.

But no one will think of him as a little lamb anymore.

"Prince Zuo Lun! What's going on?!"

A man's voice came through; the system recognized it as "One-Sword War God".

Jingli took a moment to count, and everyone had arrived.

"Go!" Zuo Lun shouted urgently, his previously stiff face contorting in pain.

Jingli calmly gave instructions to "Fengxin" and quickly jumped out of the battle zone, heading straight for the entrance.

"Who is that?"

The One-Sword God of War only felt a gust of wind whistling past, and hadn't yet figured out what was going on.

Didn't the vampire guild send them a message saying there were no problems? Didn't they say they hadn't encountered anything except a few barbarians out hunting for food? Didn't they tell them to wait quietly for news?

If it weren't for the other party's overly casual words, they would never have been in such a hurry to come in.

"It's a traitor in your ranks!" Zuo Lun's voice was shrill with anger and fear as he shouted, "We've been ambushed! What are you doing here! Get us out of here!"

One-Sword God of War shouted, "Those aren't our people at all! If you can't beat them, use an item to quit!"

As he spoke, he quickly opened the game system.

But just like the vanguard team had experienced before, the God of War found that his system interface was locked.

He has no way to use the props!

"Go back to the entrance! Get out from there!"

One-Sword God shouted loudly at his teammates, who had only been inside for a dozen seconds and were now about to be forced to leave in a sorry state.

As he moved, he could still think with his mind, which was somewhat blank from shock: So this was the situation the people before him faced? Wasn't this instance considered safe?

He was moving very fast, but when he arrived at the entrance, he found that someone was already standing there.