A fantastical journey across the heavens, beginning with the Witcher.

Battle is imminent.

Li De had no intention of wasting words with this demon. Even if the monster could understand him, it was something that hadn't been sent away during the purification ritual, and with his eloquence, he couldn't possibly influence it.

Speaking of which, the demon spirits are old friends of the Witcher, second only to the three types of ghouls (water ghosts, ghouls, and ghouls) in terms of the number of times they have met.

The reason for their formation is mostly that they died a violent death and carried extremely strong negative emotions in life. Their souls could not rest, so they would possess the corpse or a certain relic and transform into demons.

Since they do not need to eat flesh and blood, they do not have direct conflicts with other monsters, making it difficult for them to be directly incorporated into the food chain.

In terms of sheer strength, it is slightly superior to ordinary monsters.

After all, once transformed into a phantom, conventional physical attacks are almost ineffective. Even a silver sword can only cause limited damage. If an ordinary person were to encounter this, they would have no choice but to run away desperately.

But encountering a Witcher is a different story.

With his silver sword "Goldwell" pointing diagonally at the ground, Li De charged forward, his surrounding air currents stirring up the ashes on the ground.

When he was about three meters away from the demon, he suddenly made the Alder hand seal with his left hand. A light blue shockwave exploded, and ashes rose up like a curtain, instantly obscuring the view.

This is both cover and bait.

Demons have low intelligence, and they will involuntarily use their abilities when they encounter a suitable environment.

Just like now, with dust obscuring the surroundings, the monster crept into the shadows, instinctively circling behind the Witcher.

However, it had just taken shape behind Li De, and its claws had not yet touched the Witcher's cloak.

The Arden sign instantly took shape, and purple magic surged forth like a living thing, transforming into a circle of runic magic.

"Sizzle—"

Purple, electric-like magic spread across the vengeful spirit's body, occasionally exploding into tiny sparks that bound it firmly to the spot.

The Arden sign already restrains spirits, forcibly interrupting its ability to become ethereal. The spirit let out a unwilling roar and was forced to reveal its physical form. Its twisted body struggled in vain within the magic circle, but it couldn't even move half a step.

Li De had already turned around, his silver sword drawing a cold arc in the moonlight, slashing horizontally across the demon spirit's waist.

The sword felt slightly stiff as it cut into the body, like striking a lump of soft mud. No blood splattered, only a thick black mist emanated from it.

After being cut in half horizontally, the monster's upper and lower bodies did not separate, but were firmly stuck together by a ball of green will-o'-the-wisp-like substance, maintaining its complete form.

Perhaps sensing a deadly threat, the demon suddenly spewed out a thick ball of green ghost fire from its body, and its form vanished from the spot like an exploding torch.

Li De pretended to look around, feigning helplessness.

The next second, he suddenly spun around, and his silver sword swept horizontally, creating a sharp sound as it cut through the air.

Behind him, the floating figure of the demon spirit had just solidified from the will-o'-the-wisps and hadn't even had a chance to launch an attack when it was precisely sliced ​​across the chest by the sword blade.

This attack was even more swift than before. The monster's newly formed physical form was severed once again, its body twisting and contorting, its shriek revealing obvious weakness.

Having suffered two defeats in a row, the monster was thoroughly enraged.

It suddenly opened its mouth wide and let out a deafening shriek. The piercing sound waves pierced through the night, startling the flocks of birds in the woods into scattering in all directions.

At the same time, the air around it fluctuated violently, and three figures identical to the original appeared out of thin air, surrounding the Witcher and attacking from different directions simultaneously.

The main body then takes the opportunity to blend in with the clones, attempting to confuse them and find an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Li De strolled leisurely, his figure nimbly weaving between the four demon spirits.

Facing the attack from the left, he flipped his wrist and slashed vertically with his silver sword, splitting the monster in two. The monster's figure turned into a ball of ghostly fire and vanished into nothingness; it was a clone.

The other three figures followed closely behind, closing in and attacking with their claws. Li De quickly formed the Quen hand seal with his left hand, and an orange-yellow semi-transparent shield instantly formed, firmly blocking all the attacks.

"Bang!"

Li De deliberately detonated his shield, and the resulting magical energy not only repelled the three monsters but also created an opening for his own attack.

He used the momentum to spin his body, and the sweeping blade arrived in an instant, precisely slicing across the necks of the three monsters.

Two of the clones exploded into will-o'-the-wisps amidst wails, leaving only the original body intact, though its power was greatly diminished due to severe injuries.

The monster tried to escape again by transforming into a will-o'-the-wisp, but it was firmly locked in place by the purple magic. Even its transformation became extremely sluggish, and each struggle was accompanied by the burning of electric arcs, producing a sizzling sound.

"game over."

Li De coldly watched the monster struggling in vain, gripped his silver sword tightly with both hands, and once again assumed the starting stance of the Bear School's Heavy Strike.

Standing with one foot in front of the other, the body slightly bent backward, like a powerful bowstring taut, the "Break" enchantment on the silver sword was activated, orange-red sword energy swirled around the tip of the sword, faintly radiating a scorching aura.

Sensing a deadly threat, the demon struggled frantically within the magic circle, its shrieks reaching a deafening intensity, yet it still could not break free of its restraints.

The next second, the silver sword "Goldwell" cleaved down from the monster's head to its groin with tremendous force.

The mournful roar abruptly ceased, and the demon's twisted body ignited with green ghost fire from the inside out. It quickly melted away in the flames and finally disappeared completely into the air, leaving only a few wisps of white and green dust that fell to the ground like fine snow.

The mournful roar abruptly ceased, and the demon's twisted body burst into flames from within, vanishing completely into the air. Only a few wisps of white and green dust fell to the ground like fine snow.

Li De sheathed his silver sword, took out a specially made cloth bag from his waist pouch, and then took out a small silver spoon. He carefully scooped all the powder into the bag and tied the opening tightly.

This is the ghostly dust left behind after the demon spirit dissipated. Although it is not as precious as the witch's materials, it is an excellent raw material for making evil spirit sword oil and anti-curse potions, which is a pleasant surprise.

With this last hidden danger resolved, the village finally enjoyed complete peace.

Perhaps after some time, a group of villagers will gather here again, and the place will be revitalized.

Without the old witch's "protection," the village is frequently harassed by swamp monsters, and they have to rely on their own hands to build fences, organize guards, and struggle to survive in fear.

But at least they no longer have to regularly sacrifice lives like paying rent, and they no longer have to live in fear during the lottery, worried that their own family members will be the next ones sent to the monster's lair.

The surrounding villages were spared from the torment of plague and famine.

Li De looked up at the night sky. The full moon still hung high, its light shining on the ashes scattered on the ground with a cold glow.

Without further delay, taking advantage of the fact that the full moon had not yet passed, he placed the head of the Whispering Woman in front of him and began to perform earth divination.