Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

After entering the hyena fang gathering area.

Lin Gui walked around the second floor.

He looked through every room and went through every cabinet.

In a locked room, he found an iron box embedded in the wall.

It's about half a person's height, made of very thick iron plate, and the lock is made of high-quality steel.

Clearly, it contains valuables belonging to the Hyenas.

Lin Gui didn't touch it.

He returned to the stairwell, leaned against the wall, and listened to the laughter and conversations downstairs.

He originally only intended to steal all the money from Hyena Fang.

This would infuriate Cohen, who would then focus all his attention on finding the thief.

He can take this opportunity to receive the letter.

He should be able to collect all the mail and leave in three days at most.

But now...

They're already planning to attack him... so...

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Lin Gui's eyes.

With a wave of the hand.

The Wind Whisperer's Scepter appeared in his palm, its azure blade gleaming faintly in the darkness.

He held the scepter and floated down the stairs.

The dark night enveloped her entire body in a gauze dress, and there was no sound of footsteps, no rustling of fabric, and even her breathing was suppressed to a minimum.

He floated over the long table, past the Hyena Fang members who were still laughing maniacally.

Finally, he stopped right in the center of the table.

The plate was right under my feet, with a half-eaten lamb bone on it and broth splattered everywhere.

Lin Gui stood very steadily.

He looked down at the people around him.

Cohen was clinking glasses with the deputy commander, his face full of fat, his eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled.

The people next to him were bragging, gesturing that they would tie him up tomorrow and punch and kick him a few times.

No one saw the ghost standing in front of them.

Lin Gui raised his staff.

A pale blue magic ring appeared around him.

One, two, four, eight...

More and more rings appeared, densely surrounding him.

Each ring was aligned with a person.

It aimed at their forehead, temples, and back of the heart.

And, the neck exposed by tilting the head back while drinking.

One by one, wind blades emerged from the ring, translucent and shimmering with a pale blue light.

They hung in the ring like arrows poised to be released, held firmly in place by the magic of the forest ghost.

The number of wind blades is increasing.

There are three, five, or seven rings stacked inside a circle.

Hundreds of wind blades lined up in rows, crowded within those small rings, emitting a low hum.

Lin Gui did not rush to make a move.

He continued chanting.

"Flame spirit, lend me a sliver of its heat."

"Entwined with the sword's edge, it aids me in slaying the enemy."

As the incantation was chanted.

Magic is surging.

Crimson flames ignited from the edge of the wind blade, as if coating the blade with a layer of blood.

The magic Lin Gui chanted was a mid-level fire magic spell called Flame Attachment.

It was a reward I received after successfully delivering over a hundred letters.

Lin Gui originally thought he wouldn't draw any useful magic, but he didn't expect to be so lucky.

The effect of Flame Attachment is to imbue magic or blades with a burning attribute.

Fire magic has the highest damage amplification among the five elements.

The cutting power of the wind blades, combined with the scorching heat of the flames, doubled their power.

In addition, the semi-divine artifact enhances the power of magic.

This caused the damage of the Wind Blade Technique, which was only at the intermediate level, to keep increasing.

But this is still a little short of penetrating the extraordinary skin.

Lin Gui closed his eyes.

Another spell began to be cast.

Basic magic - Enchantment.

Black mist surged from his body, coiling around his staff and the burning wind blades.

Demonic energy surged from Lin Gui's body and then attached itself to the burning wind blades.

It surged in the flames, staining the crimson blade with an eerie black.

The Flame Blade became ferocious, its flames flickering erratically, as if it had come alive.

The energy contained in this attack was already very close to that of Shia's full-power arrow.

The magic is ready and waiting to be unleashed.

Lin Gui still did not attack.

He looked at the people around him.

Cohen was slapping the table and laughing loudly, spitting everywhere.

The deputy commander put his arm around the person next to him and talked about what to do tomorrow.

The others joined in the commotion, and the glasses clinked together.

The laughter shook the windows.

Lin Gui shifted his gaze to their wine glasses.

He moved his fingers.

The wine glass in front of Cohen wobbled.

It then slowly rose.

First it was Cohen's, then the deputy commander's, and then the people next to him.

One, two, five, ten...

The wine glass floated upwards, swaying gently.

The laughter suddenly stopped.

Someone noticed that their wine glass was missing and looked up in confusion.

Then he saw more than twenty wine glasses suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating above their heads.

This bizarre scene silenced everyone, and they all looked up.

They instinctively looked up, exposing their necks to the ferocious flaming blades as much as possible.

Lin Gui's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he released his grip.

Hundreds of fiery blades flew out simultaneously.

The Flame Blade tore through the protection of the Night's Veil, and a flash of red light appeared instantly.

The temperature in the entire hall suddenly rose, the air was torn apart, and it emitted a piercing shriek.

Those who were still holding their heads high hadn't had a chance to bow them yet.

All I saw was a red light that rose inexplicably.

Then the sharp, fiery blades pierced their necks.

Before the blood could even spurt out, the wound was charred by the flames.

More than a dozen heads flew up at the same time, tumbling in mid-air, their faces still bearing a bewildered expression.

The body fell, crashing onto the table and the floor, shattering wine glasses everywhere.

A high-level adventurer was instantly killed by a flaming blade.

The three deputy commanders of the extraordinary lower ranks reacted faster.

The protective energy exploded the moment the flaming blades touched the body, but there were too many of them.

The first wave cut through their protective energy, the second wave cut through their skin and flesh, and the third wave severed their bones.

Heads flew up, their faces still showing horror.

Three headless bodies knelt on the ground, then collapsed, blood gushing from their necks and pooling in shallow puddles on the stone floor.

And then there was Commander Cohen, who was the target of the most Flame Blade attacks.

Lin Gui had no idea that he would be struck in the neck by dozens of sudden fiery blades.

They're still alive.

In terms of magic output, his composite magic, Flame Blade, is about to enter the realm of extraordinary magic.

It can be said to be the most powerful offensive magic among high-level magic.

And this doesn't include the amplification of magical attack power by demonic energy and semi-divine artifacts.

He could unleash a full 20 Flame Blades at Cohen.

The elite troops struck the enemy's vital point in the neck.

But they didn't cut the other person's neck.

Although the sword wasn't severed, the other person won't live much longer.

Lin Gui broke free of his concealment and stood on the table.

Cohen stared coldly into the distance, lying on the ground, clutching his bleeding neck.

He looked up in horror at Lin Gui on the table.

His eyes were unfocused and he looked lost.

Why do they talk about people who are to be tortured and killed, and then suddenly they appear?

And with its raging flames, it engulfed everyone.

He pushed himself to the brink of death.

"You...who exactly are you...?"

Cohen clutched his neck, his eyes glazed over, and he collapsed to the ground, dead.