Battle Part II

As they expected, the other two had already reached near the battlefield, concealing themselves behind buildings.

The two did not communicate, both silently observing the situation.

Johnson was somewhat dissatisfied with the other two countries secretly joining forces behind their Bill Country's back, but he knew that if he couldn't handle the SSS-Level Monsters alone, he would have to accept the joint clean-up operation of the five countries.

Therefore, while silently mocking their foolish actions, he did not forget to look for opportunities to kill the monster.

The monster's attention was on these two, meaning they had a chance for a sneak attack.

The Priest and Jeanna on the battlefield were well aware of this.

Several minutes had already passed since the agreed time, but there was no sign of support from the Bill Country and the Gaul Empire.

With a formidable enemy at hand, it was unlikely they would break their promise.

The only possibility was that Johnson and his companions were lurking, with no intention to relieve the pressure on them.

Even the most disciplined Priest couldn't help but curse inwardly.

After a prolonged attack, the monster seemed to grow impatient.

Johnson saw countless small balls converge towards the center, as if brewing an unprecedented assault.

His eyes flickered slightly, if they let the Holy Maiden and the Priest bear the brunt of this attack...

The black-purple mist had been almost exhausted, and the monster had a high probability of entering a blank period.

This was his chance.

If all went well, perhaps he could eliminate this monster.

...

It was unknown whether it was a specialty of Sakura Island or because the entire school served girls.

The signage at the entrance was positioned lower than usual, and Qi Yuan hesitated as he looked at the toilet sign.

Although no one was inside, the social norms ingrained over the years made him feel somewhat apprehensive.

He felt that if he took a step forward, he might hear a loud scream, and someone would accuse him of being a pervert and chase him out.

However, he was not the only one feeling awkward, as there was also a group of fellow men.

Qi Yuan saw Hongfei Huang being teased by the ladies of the team from outside, which made him put aside his embarrassment.

He silently thought to himself, "As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed."

With this mental preparation, he calmly stepped into the ladies' restroom and looked around.

They had searched the dormitory building and wasted some time, ultimately finding the connection in the ladies' restroom.

Human emotions are reflected in their behavior.

In fact, these girls probably knew it was a curse...

Yet they deliberately came to the restroom to secretly input their names.

Ignorant of this "blessing," it was merely an excuse to alleviate their sense of guilt.

The narrow restroom couldn't accommodate too many people coming and going, so Qi Yuan took a look around and left.

Everyone had their own duties, making the three of them seem like idle loiterers.

Qi Yuan checked his phone; there were still a few minutes left.

...

Within the monster's domain,

The dim sky was tinted in purple, covered in gloom, with mist converging towards the battlefield's sky.

After the battle, the small town had become utterly dilapidated.

A small house lost its roof in the raging wind, and subsequently endured attacks from spatial rifts, with half the house being swept into the crevices, and the structure finally collapsing under the strain.

Most buildings in the small town were in a similar state as this house, with ruins and debris everywhere.

Unfortunately, the people on the scene paid no heed to this.

The Priest and Jeanna were forced to trust each other during the battle.

The two assisted each other, gaining respite from the attacks of the raging storm.

With his hands free, the Priest finally noticed the commotion in the sky.

"Look up at the sky, quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Jeanna looked up, a trace of worry appearing on her stern face.

The sky had a grayish-purple hue, with black-purple balls embedded in it.

The small balls seemed to be attracted towards the center, continuously orbiting around the large central ball.

Words whirled around the central large ball at an extremely rapid pace, entwining the small balls.

With the dark color as the base, and the large and small balls in the air, it looked like a fantastical depiction of the universe and its planets.

With so many small balls in motion, was it about to detonate them all at once?

Jeanna felt anxious, uncertain if they could withstand the full brunt of the curses, knowing the possibility was very slim.

From the beginning, they had been on the defensive, because support was nearby.

Enduring more damage and waiting for their teammates to find an opportunity was the correct approach.

But this attack seemed far too massive.

For the first time, Jeanna realized the importance of the clean-up operation.

Even before fully ascending to SSS-Level, the monster already possessed such tremendous energy; she could hardly imagine the immense power of the San Zhu monsters.

She steadied her mind, calming her fluctuating emotions.

Jeanna couldn't entrust her life to others, so she took a deep breath and said to the Priest, "Let's join forces and retreat, leaving this place first."

Most people in the Gaul Empire rejected the use of Lissettian, but it was undeniable that everyone knew at least a few simple phrases.

Some even spoke it better than certain countries that didn't reject it.

The Priest, too, regained his composure after being shaken by the disparity in strength, and nodded solemnly.

They could dispel the monster's curses for others, while the others could focus on attacking the monster.

They complemented each other; if the five countries cooperated properly, their chances of defeating this monster were not small.

Unfortunately, none of them saw it that way.

Smirnov from the Bill Country and Johnson from the Gaul Empire still hadn't shown up, their stance clear - they intended to use them as bait.

If they didn't retreat now, they would become the stepping stones for the other countries.

Even the most disciplined Priest couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Jeanna planted her flag on the ground and extracted more energy from within.

The Holy Knight dissipated under Jeanna's power.

Dazzling light shone on the battlefield, and immaculate white wings unfurled in the holy light.

In Jeanna's domain, an angel hovered in the center.

Its expression was aloof, yet it emanated a divine radiance, holding an exquisite bow in its hands.

The six wings flapped, leaving a white trail in the air.

With the formation of this angel, Jeanna's face turned pale, and her strength seemed to be drained, her body swaying slightly.

The Priest rushed to her side, supporting her as they retreated further away.

For now, they needed to leave this area.

After this attack, the other two would undoubtedly seize the opportunity to act.

They could take advantage of the monster's diverted attention to leave its domain.

The monster sensed their intention to leave and accelerated its actions.

The massive ball merely cracked open a small opening.

"Curse words."

The words entwined around the small balls unraveled one line at a time, emanating a faint purple glow in the air.

As the words appeared, the small balls shattered, disappearing in different forms.

Countless curses were unleashed simultaneously.

However, most of the curses were blocked halfway by the angel's desperate efforts.

The angel left Jeanna's domain and flew towards the sky.

It drew the bow in mid-air, and a blinding white light gathered on the bowstring.

As the light grew brighter, the angel's form became more ethereal.

The arrow aimed at the massive ball, and a dazzling white light sliced through the sky, illuminating half the heavens.

This forced the monster to withdraw most of its curse energy, guarding itself.

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