Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

The constellation Corona Borealis suddenly wobbled in the air, like a kite stumbling in the wind, causing its body, which had been steadily suspended in mid-air, to plummet several meters downwards.

She abruptly activated her magic to steady herself, a flicker of panic crossing her pale purple eyes for the first time. Then she looked sharply at her lower back, where a very thin, pinkish-white, semi-transparent soft substance was stuck to her. She didn't know when it had been there, but it had been on her skin for a very long time, silently absorbing her life force.

The paralyzing effect of the Empty Lice made her completely unaware of anything unusual until this moment, when the accumulated loss of life force crossed a certain critical line, and her body finally started to have problems.

Miya saw this scene from the ground.

In the hunter's perception, the mark in the air was dimming and weakening at a visible speed.

Corona Borealis can't fly as high as it did before.

A slight smile played on her lips, and then she slammed her feet into the ground, propelling herself like a bullet towards the North Corona.

The Hunter's movement speed buff was still active, and the ten-second delay from the Flamefall Potion's life-draining effect was still active. Her life force was slowly draining away, but the ten-second buffer period wasn't over yet. Before that, no damage would take effect immediately, making this her perfect window of opportunity to attack.

Corona Borealis wanted to fly higher, but its vitality, weakened by the Void Lice, could no longer sustain it at its previous altitude, and its reaction speed was much slower than before.

She saw Mi Ye rushing towards her and instinctively raised her hands to try and condense a Chaos Magic Bullet, but the light at her fingertips only flashed for a moment before going out, as her magic circulation could not supply the energy.

How could this happen?!

Her pupils contracted sharply, and her body instinctively leaned back, trying to create distance.

Miya's first tentacle had already wrapped around her.

Dark red petals unfurled, wrapping around her from her ankles to her waist, locking her completely in place.

Then a second tentacle came around from behind her, piercing her diagonally from her shoulder blade, the hardened spear tip penetrating her chest.

Corona Borealis's body suddenly stiffened.

She looked down at the tentacle that had pierced her chest, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something.

But Miya didn't give her a chance to finish.

With a gentle twist of the tentacle, the life force within Corona Borealis flowed out like a flood bursting its banks, turning into a pillar of light and disappearing into the teleportation array.

The clearing in the jungle returned to silence, with only the sound of the wind whistling through the treetops and Miya's own heavy breathing.

The barrage of comments exploded at that moment.

[Damaged by a thousand-star barrage head-on and then turned the tables, what kind of monster is this?]

I'm the most powerful in the world!

Is flesh magic really that powerful?

[Miss Miya is so cool!]

Why is this little witch still alive?

On the canopy platform, Hiesta sprang up the instant Corona Borealis transformed into a pillar of light.

She raised her hands high above her head, her sleeves brushing against Primula's face without apologizing, her peach-colored eyes glistening with tears as she screamed in celebration.

"We won! We won! We won! My little Miya won! Did you all see that?! Yay!!"

She turned around and opened her arms to Primula. Primula silently put down her teacup, moved half a step to the side, and pretended not to know her.

Hiesta didn't care at all, and continued to spin around in place while holding her sleeves, her robe fluttering like a pink cloud.

At the bar in Nightingale's Nest, Korika stood with one foot on a bar stool, holding her phone above her head.

"We won! Miya won!"

Zimi Lu, unusually, didn't find her noisy; she just smiled quietly.

Flores put down her wine glass, looked at the scarred blonde girl on the screen, and smiled gently.

"I knew I was right."

In the jungle clearing of the Mirror Realm, Miya still stood in the same spot.

Her consciousness was rapidly fading.

The aching sensation as the tentacles retracted from her body, the dull pain throbbing from her wounds, and the dwindling life points were all things she was concerned about right now.

She won.

Miya slowly bent over, but her knees finally gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.

The moss was soft, and her back rested against the rough trunk of an ancient tree, her head slowly tilting to one side.

Miya closed her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Ten seconds have passed.

The last vestige of her life force receded like the tide, gently engulfing her in boundless darkness.