Pillar of Yita

However, when it comes to scouting abilities, the Big Cat People have the edge. His silver-gray gaze quickly reflected a target. That person was wrapped tightly in a cloak, one hand holding an Elemental Staff placed on the edge of the table, while the other hand was under the table, muttering incantations.

Although Reed couldn’t sense the Ether flow, seeing these three ’acquaintances’, how could he not understand what was happening.

He immediately spoke: ”Ade, Gita, over there.”

Gita glanced over and saw those three people, unable to help but widen her eyes.

”Gita,” Fang Hong ordered, ”break his spell.”

Miss Natural Historian nodded once, and with a flick of her hands, a silver book appeared in her grasp. The scholar, seeing this book, couldn’t help but understand Gita’s profession, standing dumbfounded.

The Natural Historian, a noble profession from Silver Harbor, stood at the pinnacle of a scholar’s ivory tower—he had heard his mentor tirelessly mention the legacy of this profession from the day he became a scholar.

Legends circulated within the community about them, and those top-tier Invokers who walked in their ranks, only he’d never seen one.

Until today—

The Elementalist remained oblivious, his spell nearing completion. He suddenly stood up from his seat, pointing his Elemental Staff in a certain direction within the Hall of Trees.

A fiery Crystal appeared in the air, howling toward the indicated direction.

However, the imagined fireball didn’t form. After the Crystal cracked, it transformed into a not-so-obvious flame, rolling out and skimming over everyone’s heads.

The Elementalist’s face showed an astounded expression. He looked at his left hand, momentarily thinking he had misremembered the spell incantation.

Yet the flame still caused destruction, as the slender Fire Serpent finally landed on a shelf displaying countless fine wines. The high temperature shattered the glass, igniting the fermented alcohol.

The fire suddenly surged up, turning into a Fire Dragon, coiling around the liquor rack.

This scene caused quite a commotion within the Hall of Trees, as its owner—a Miss Fairy—worriedly paced the bar: ”Fire! Fire!”

”Miss Nada, let us help you!”

When it came to helping a beautiful lady, Invokers would always work together in surprising harmony.

Others also noticed the culprit behind all this chaos, ”The arsonist is over there, don’t let him escape!” Enthusiastic individuals drew their weapons and surrounded the Elementalist.

But before they could close in, a black-clad figure beside the Elementalist stood up, pushing his hand forward, sending everyone flying back with an invisible force.

Some even fell into the fire, immediately screaming, making the hall even more chaotic for a moment.

This move shocked everyone; they knew of Power System Magic Guided Conductors, but none of this strength had they seen before.

It was then that the Lion Paladin stood up, flipping the table in his hands toward that direction. The immense force sent the wooden table flying at the target.

The Magic Guided Conductor quickly turned, with a wave of his hand. The table seemed gripped by an invisible hand, veering off to the side and shattering into pieces.

”My table!” Miss Fairy was on the brink of tears.

However, the two combatants paid no heed to her cries. As the Big Cat People launched another table, his Longsword was already unsheathed, charging in that direction.

But a third black-clad figure blocked his path, and amidst the clashing sparks, the opponent wielded a pair of black Curved Blades to intercept his Great Sword, appearing to be a Ranger.

The Magic Guided Conductor finally had a hand free, reacting in time not to forget to warn: ”Careful, they have a Natural Historian.” Then he raised his hand, ready to cast a spell at Reed.

Yet a gunshot echoed out.

At the same moment Reed struck, Fang Hong pulled a Handgun from beneath his coat, firing a shot toward the ceiling of the Hall of Trees. The bullet struck the wooden chandelier above the Magic Guided Conductor, snapping its chain and sending it crashing down.

The Magic Guided Conductor had to break off his hand gestures, rolling to the side to avoid the blow.

But before he could stand, a Rocket Fist was already flying straight at him—from the side, the Elementalist reacted quickly, about to cast a spell, but someone was faster.

Gita’s voice was delicate but incredibly clear: ”Grow, curl, bind.”

Suddenly, the floorboards next to the Elementalist seemed to come to life, rising up and curling around him, wrapping him tightly.

”Wood Shaping!” someone in the tavern exclaimed in shock, momentarily mistaking it for the work of Ameya’s disciple.

Only then did the Elementalist see that his attacker was just a young girl. Filled with rage, he silently cast a spell, flames descending like smoke from the sky, turning the binding wooden boards to Ashes.

With this move, Fang Hong’s Rocket Fist solidly struck the Magic Guided Conductor’s Shield.

The hexagonal grid sparkled, but it couldn’t fully absorb the impact, sending the Magic Guided Conductor crashing into the wall. Only the Shield kept him from passing out, and he quickly regained his composure, gritting his teeth as he forcibly pushed at Fang Hong.

A massive force swept across, carrying tables and chairs surging forward—

Without a word, Fang Hong pulled Gita aside and rolled away; Cuiye reacted just as quickly, pushing aside a few miners as he too dodged. The tables and chairs crashed against the wall, shattering to pieces.

Seeing this, Miss Fairy rolled her eyes and fainted.

The Magic Guided Conductor missed with his attack but gained the initiative, immediately casting spells one after another toward Fang Hong. As Fang Hong dodged with Gita, he pressed his hand on the Information Crystal, pulling out something from under his coat.

It was a perfectly spherical ball, but not a Clockwork Fairy, rather a small project he often tinkered with—a smoke bomb from Alchemy. He tossed it backward, and smoke instantly erupted throughout the hall.

The Magic Guided Conductor hesitated slightly, then immediately stepped back and unhooked a Short Staff from his belt, chanting: ”Wind Making Technique—”

But before he finished, a shadow flashed through the smoke on his right side. Without thinking, he changed his spell mid-chant, pointing the Short Staff at the shadow: ”Immobility.”

As Ether’s ripple swept through, the shadow dissipated into nothingness.

Mirroring Machine!

The Magic Guided Conductor inwardly cursed his misfortune, quickly turning around—

But it was too late, a dark red light appeared from behind the smoke, and seconds later, a steam whistle wailed, a dazzling blade light cut through the smoke. The blade light flashed and vanished, the Magic Guided Conductor had no time to react before the hexagonal grid shattered, splitting his vision and body in half.

He let out a scream.

The scream caused a slight pause in the Ranger’s actions, a minor lapse—but it was enough for the Lion Paladin to seize the opportunity, the Curved Blade in the Ranger’s hands was flicked away by a single strike.

The Ranger’s mouth gaped wide, watching his blade spin in the air before crashing down.

Returning to his senses, he saw only the cold blade edge of the Foe Slayer glimmering before his eyes.

”Wait.”

But the Big Cat People’s dictionary contained no concessions, executing the enemy with one swift strike.

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