Never would they have thought that in the blink of an eye, one of the two captains who had been so arrogant as to inform them that they were dead had already died.

The other was even worse. It fell to the ground, and something white and yellow leaked out from its crotch. Its stench filled the air.

"Flee!"

Seeing this scene, the surrounding guards were all frightened. They couldn't even muster the will to resist. Immediately, the birds scattered in all directions. This explained what it meant by a tree falling and monkeys scattering.

Ling'er coldly watched this scene. Her delicate and beautiful face was as cold as ice. There was no expression on it; it was completely indifferent.

She pointed at the sword, which was sparkling with a cold light, and lightly flicked her sword. A light sword hum sounded out, and following Ling'er's cold words, she asked, "Can you escape?"

With that sentence, those people felt as if they had fallen into an icehouse as an ice-cold killing intent locked onto them. The terrifying mental pressure they felt caused them to involuntarily stop in their tracks, as though they were stuck in a swamp, unable to lift up their feet.

"Spare us!"

Shocked exclamations sounded one after another.

"Meteor Fire Rain!" Ling Er's expression was ice-cold. Her ice-cold voice slowly resounded through the night sky. A scorching wave of crimson spirit energy was emitted from her body, sweeping out in all directions.

The Scarlet Feather Sword in his hand trembled, fist-sized fireballs fell from the sky one after another, tearing the air apart as long flame tails appeared.

"AHH!"

Miserable screams rang out one after another. The flames soared to the sky and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. All the buildings around them collapsed and were set ablaze.

The short and fat man who was lying on the ground was unluckily smashed on the back of his head by a thick black iron log. Blood splattered everywhere as he fell unconscious.

Originally, with his strength, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state. However, he had already been scared out of his wits by Ling'er. He continuously kowtowed and begged for mercy, not feeling the slightest sense of danger.

As a martial king expert, to be smashed to death by a piece of black iron wood, he could be considered a legend.

The scarlet flames ignited on his body, and very soon, a patch of scorched flesh filled with the fragrance of meat.

"Hmph, there's even a fish that escaped the net!" Ling'er raised her eyes and looked at the guards, who were all burning with flames, trying to escape in secret.

With a wave of his hand, countless fireballs flew out with their tails of fire. Very quickly, they caught up to the guards and pierced through their backs, burning as they cried out miserably.

In the darkness of the night, the hazy night fog rose up, and the dark clouds covered the moon.

Deep within the Demon Hunting Mercenary Group, the luxurious hall was set ablaze. Flames soared into the sky and the sound of buildings collapsing rang out, turning into ruins.

Miserable screams filled the air and the smell of burnt flesh permeated the air. It was as if this place had become a purgatory of the human world.

The light of the fire illuminated Ling'er's figure on the ground, leaving a long, blurry shadow behind.

The flames burned all around her, but it didn't hurt her. In fact, those flames were like fairies as they danced around her.

Ling'er's expression did not change as she watched this. Her eyes were cold.

Ever since she had entered the Demon Hunting Mercenary Group, she had decided to make this sinful place disappear from the face of the earth.

"You're here?" Ling'er's beautiful eyes turned to the left as she muttered softly.

After a few breaths of time, two figures appeared outside of the palace. They were two old men who wore azure cloaks. Their beards were completely white and they emitted the aura of Martial Kings.

Although he wasn't as strong as Mu Kui, he was still much stronger than the skinny and short fat man. He had actually reached the middle stage of the Martial King realm and was faintly showing signs of breaking through to the late stage.

The two old men stared blankly at the fiery ruins and the hellish scene in front of them. They thought that they were hallucinating and were filled with disbelief.