Chapter 985. Not the face!

---Emerald City---

An angry swarm of bats rushed through the streets and decimated groups of goons, while an anthropomorphic wolf was jumping between the tall buildings, firing arrows at a woman who was hot on her heels. The woman in question was wearing exotic clothing and using a weird pair of gloves with sword-like claws to attack her mid-air.

“Who would have thought that the people of the Voracious Cloud Continent had already reached the unclaimed mountains,” Lydia snarled, as he smacked away the woman using the Bat. Although she blocked, she couldn't halt the momentum.The birth of this content finds its genesis in Nøv€lß¡n★

As Master Mountain said, the strength of the new batch of outsiders was terrifying. It was unexpected that someone in Emerald City actually managed to ally with these people.

Not only was this woman able to physically keep up with Lydia's transformed body, but she was even able to resist the Death Attribute attacks and managed to evade or tank her heavy attacks to a certain extent. The chosen of Wepwawet even suspected that the claws she was using were comparable to legendary weapons.

After being smacked straight on with the bat, she was punted into a building close by, giving Lydia the chance to switch back to the bow. Despite the rubble and dust, she was able to clearly make out her target, firing a volley of energy arrows

“Urgh!” her sensitive ears were able to hear the cultivator girl gasp.

Finally, Armor Breaking had shown its worth and broke the woman's peculiar robes, further improving the effects of Armor Penetration. However, the woman with skin as tough as iron quickly appeared from the cloud and started attacking again, but this time Lydia's arrows had left deep wounds across her body.

“Tsk! Why won't you die!” she screeched as she unleashed a quick combo attack on the humanoid wolf.

“That's my line, you crazy bitch!”

Ignoring the scratches the claws left on her leather armor, Lydia smashed the bat straight into the cultivator's head. It made a deep, metallic sound, like a gong or bell. Finally, the weird woman faltered and fell toward the ground.

Unlike in a novel, where the strength of enemies gradually grew until one faced the final boss, the leader of Golden Jackals had directly appeared at the Hotel with an army of goons, mere minutes after the fight in the hotel concluded. And he had brought along this cultivator woman.

While Lydia was playing this gong and Ray fighting the guild master, the group of former slaves was tasked to protect Hubert from the goons and get him out of the city.

...

A few streets away, close to the Hotel they had been staying in, the city was covered in a thick miasma that blocked people from seeing what exactly was going on. It was the scene of Ray's battle. Inside the cloud, he faced off against a knight wearing black armor, the leader of the Golden Jackals.

After becoming the saint of Sol'Fiam Ray had become very accustomed to using the evil energy he absorbed in curses and dark magic. Especially the power to sense evil and evil intent allowed him to fight like he was able to read the opponent's mind. However...

Ray's miasma shield shattered and he was thrown back. The saint desperately turned into a cloud of miasma and dispersed among the surrounding fog to evade the knight's follow-up attack. The fight was by far not as one-sided as Ray had expected. His opponent showed incredibly high resistance to curses and the ability to deal damage.

“Haha, I acknowledge that you are strong,” the guild master said to the cloud of miasma, having lost his target, “But I am probably the worst opponent you could have met,” he said with a sneer.

Taking a stance, he shouted “Dark Jackals Hunt!”

The cloud of miasma suddenly started condensing and Ray felt that he was actually forced to re-materialize before the duration of the skill ran out! Ray suddenly appeared right in front of the man, facing his attack.

He felt stuck in place and had no chance to evade, as the towering sword slashed him. Hot pain seared through his mind as he felt his flesh and bones being severed. In horror, he lost his composure for a moment and it started gushing out.

“Tsk...”