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Zhao Ziqi dodged the attacking demonic whip by sidestepping it. The sound of the demonic whip exploding made his ears ring.

After her first attack failed, the demoness did not continue her attack; instead, she observed the strange scarecrow in Zhao Ziqi's hand.

Rare items have extremely high limits, both in terms of potential gains and losses, so you need to be careful.

At this moment, information about the scarecrow appeared before Zhao Ziqi's eyes.

[Oddity: Death Scarecrow - Description: A bizarre scarecrow born from a land of ashes. Upon use, it will transform into an immortal hand of flame. (While in this fiery hand form, no items or props can be used.)]

Not long ago, Zhao Ziqi suffered a lot from the Flame Hand in the Ashlands of the Secret Realm, and he knew all too well how monstrous that thing was.

Zhao Ziqi could clearly sense that the demoness in front of him was extremely dangerous, and he had to reveal something real to defeat her!

The demonic whip, like a python, coiled around the demoness's thigh, its waist writhing. Beneath the spiderweb mask, the demoness's red eyes gleamed with arrogance, looking down on Zhao Ziqi.

"I've spared your life a few times before, but this time I'll take matters into my own hands. Wait... heh, I'll kill all your companions one by one right in front of you."

Lu Mingming was poisoned and very weak; she didn't even have the strength to curse.

Mu Xiaotian had just propped herself up when she discovered that the poison was too domineering. Her divine light could only barely contend with it and could not suppress or dispel it. She lost control of herself and squatted down on the ground again.

Her breathing became much heavier, her forehead was covered in sweat, and she said weakly, "Zhao Ziqi, quickly... leave and ask the commander for help."

"Don't worry, Captain, I can handle her." Zhao Ziqi spoke confidently, his right hand gripping the death scarecrow tightly. His gaze turned cold as he looked at the witch, and he said, "I'll fuck you to death!"

The Death Scarecrow instantly ignited into sparks, transforming into a ball of flame that enveloped Zhao Ziqi, engulfing him entirely in flames.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Ziqi transformed into a hand of flame! Appearing in the courtyard of the mountain god's temple, the hand of flame was covered in burlap sacks and flames, its only arm holding a long flaming scythe, exuding an aura of death.

The enchantress gripped the magic whip tightly, her mind utterly calm. A transformation artifact, perhaps!

These magical artifacts can grow stronger in sync with the superhuman's own strength, making transformation artifacts incredibly valuable and extremely rare.

"Hmph." The expression beneath the enchantress's mask was mocking. Transformation artifacts are powerful, but it all depends on who uses them.

He would be wary of those two third-tier superhumans next to him, but not Zhao Ziqi!

"Even if a second-tier transcendent being uses a magical artifact to transform, they're still a piece of trash, hahaha." Her laughter was shrill, her red eyes crazed, and she was completely relieved.

The demonic whip, wrapped around the waist and thighs, instantly transformed into a shadowy venomous python, hissing as it lunged at the hand of flame.

After transforming into the Hand of Flames, Zhao Ziqi felt a sense of wonder, as if he were in some kind of VR game, with the Hand of Flames in front of him. He was unable to use any of his own abilities as a Secret Guard, but he was naturally proficient in and skillfully wielded the Hand of Flames' scythe and its corresponding abilities.

With a single hand, he swung the burning sickle, which struck the venomous python. A tremendous force was transmitted, and Zhao Ziqi staggered back half a step.

What incredible strength! This vixen has long legs, big breasts, and even greater strength.

"You dare to say you'll kill me with that?" the enchantress mocked. Mu Xiaotian, watching from the side, grew anxious, worried for Zhao Ziqi.

The enchantress unleashed her Shadow Walker abilities, creating trails of shadow beneath her feet that resembled a spiderweb, spreading outwards and silently encircling the hand of fire.

The enchantress raised her right fingertip, her gaze disdainful. With a flick of her fingertip, a shadow thread instantly severed the Flame Hand's only remaining arm.

The sharpness of these shadow threads even surpasses that of weapons of extraordinary quality.

With her back to the flaming hand whose arm had been severed, the enchantress beckoned with her finger, spun around in mid-air, and said arrogantly, "You didn't think it was over just like that, did you?"

Dozens of shadowy threads suddenly emerged from the ground, intersecting to form a dense net that instantly sliced ​​the fiery hand into pieces! The pieces turned into leaping flames, then dissipated and disappeared into the air.

"It's that simple." The enchantress said coldly. If the boss had listened to her, Zhao Ziqi would have been dead half a month ago.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

From this moment on, Zhao Ziqi no longer exists in this world.

The enchantress strode gracefully, a demonic whip clenched in one hand, and walked toward the six team members who had collapsed from poison. "Let's kill the closest one first."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mu Xiaotian and Lü Mingming looking surprised and stunned. Were they frightened by her strength?

Behind the demoness.

In the empty air, a spark appeared, and in an instant, it burned fiercely and transformed into a hand of flames.

It raised its burning scythe and, without a sound, plunged it directly into the witch's back, aiming for a fatal spot.

The demoness was about to strike the poisoned and collapsed team member with her demonic whip when she suddenly felt a sense of danger approaching! Her heart raced, her pupils dilated, and she tried her best to dodge... but it was too late.

The burning scythe pierced through her back and flesh, penetrating her abdomen, blood sizzling and smoking in the flames! The demoness screamed shrilly, her entire body transforming into a rampaging black shadow, but... there was a clearly huge gash in the shadow's abdomen.

Her posture was fierce and frenzied, her screams echoing, her five fingers transformed into shadowy claws, tearing the burning hand to shreds!

After the last flame dissipated.

The demoness returned to normal from her berserk shadow state, one hand covering her bleeding abdomen, the wound slowly healing.

The thought that she had fallen into Zhao Ziqi's trap made her expression shift between anger and uncertainty.

But just then, a spark appeared, and in an instant, it transformed into a complete hand of fire! Holding a scythe in one hand, it floated into the air and hurtled towards the demoness.

"Undying...!" A hint of fear flashed in the enchantress's eyes. Her own strength was two levels higher than that of the Flame Hand, but the opponent was immortal. If she were to get another chance, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The Shadow Walker is not an evil warrior; he possesses an abnormal, almost cockroach-like tenacity.

"Get out of here!" the demoness shrieked, her long hair flying wildly. Gone was her previous arrogance; her eyes were filled with madness. The demonic whip in her hand lashed out repeatedly, cracking through the air with explosive sounds.

However... the Hand of Flame is immortal!

The demoness took a step back, her eyes flashing with fear.

Retreat and run away? The boss will kill you!

The hand of fire floated slowly closer.

"I'm so thirsty... I'm dying of thirst..." Zhao Ziqi's weak voice came from the hand of flame. The burning hand of flame dissipated, and Zhao Ziqi reappeared in the same spot.

At this moment, Zhao Ziqi's lips were pale and almost cracked, and he was extremely dehydrated.

The Death Scarecrow has returned to its storage space. Zhao Ziqi did not expect that using the Hand of Flame would continuously consume the water in his body.

If he continues to maintain the state of Flame Hand, he will really die of thirst.

The fear in the enchantress's eyes faded, replaced by a chilling killing intent. She felt no anger, no other emotions, only staring at Zhao Ziqi. Now was the perfect opportunity!

One strike is all it takes to kill him!

"Die!" The demoness twisted and wrapped her demonic whip around her body, her fingertips pulling at strands of deadly shadow threads, before leaping into the air and slashing at Zhao Ziqi.

"Damn it, Zilong, get out of the way!" Lu Mingming exclaimed. How could this strange thing fail us at the crucial moment! We're doomed!

Mu Xiaotian's face turned deathly pale. Oh no, it's too late!

Life and death hang in the balance.

Excitement surged in the enchantress's eyes; she only wanted to see Zhao Ziqi torn to pieces by the shadow.

suddenly!

Whoosh! A gust of wind swept across the ground of the mountain temple, scattering fallen leaves everywhere. Suddenly, a white figure appeared, moving with astonishing speed, blocking Zhao Ziqi's path.

With her flawless jade hand, she met the demonic whip and sharp shadow head-on, neither dodging nor avoiding, and struck out with a palm strike!

A phantom image of a pale tiger's head appeared in the palm of her hand and burst forth. The white tiger roared and shattered the shadows. The demoness was terrified. An irresistible force struck her, and her internal organs were about to be shattered. She was sent flying backward.

The white-clad figure stood before Zhao Ziqi like an unshakeable jade peak, radiating an astonishing aura.

Mu Xiaotian was surprised. This was a second-tier extraordinary profession... a Spirit Warrior! The advanced profession of the Profession of All Spirits was extremely rare.

"This feeling is so familiar..." Lu Mingming scratched her head, feeling strange. She didn't seem to know any Spirit Warriors! Who was she?

Zhao Ziqi looked at the beautiful figure protecting him, a smile appearing on his face.

Not long ago, a new dot of light appeared in the exploration map in the lower left corner of Zhao Ziqi's field of vision. When Zhao Ziqi looked closely at the dot of light, two words appeared: Lin Huang!

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