Who are you calling a stable boy?!

In this situation, an undead mage so powerful as to resemble a lich would have far too many ways to imprison the souls of the entire White Feather Whisper Squad. The simplest method would be to transform them all into undead creatures. In this way, even a complete resurrection spell would fail because it would be unable to recall their souls.

"If you can truly rescue all the righteous soldiers of that expeditionary force unharmed and gain their forgiveness, then what harm is there in me, Old Zheng, sparing you this time?"

Zheng Jing's smile was faint, but his anger was intense.

"But you should remember this, you old bones. This is the second time I, Old Zheng, have given you a chance. If you don't cherish it, you'll be in trouble next time."

“...I’ve got it.”

"it is good."

At this point, Zheng Jing's angry expression vanished, leaving only his usual playful smile.

"Get up, get up. It's shameful for you to keep kneeling, but it's shameful for me."

Zheng Jing waved his hand, taking back the stick.

"So this time, you're expecting me, Old Zheng, to cut off that spicy eyeliner for you, right?"

"Correct."

Seeing Momoga nod as she stood up, Zheng Jing chuckled and said, "Alright, let's go. It's just a small favor."

As he was about to ride the clouds into the sky, Momoga stopped him, saying, "Please wait a moment. Before that, I have another request."

"Tell me about it."

"I wish you would kill me once."

"what?"

-

With a loud bang, Yale fell from a height of more than 30 meters, exploding into a curtain of yellow sand at the point of impact.

"Damn it! If you've got the guts, get down here!"

Raising his nearly two-meter-long giant axe high, the orc looked down at the sky and roared angrily.

Wan naturally wouldn't care about the barbarian's roar.

He hovered tens of meters in the air, looking down at the battlefield.

Earth, fire, wind, and water—the four fundamental elemental spirits—are undeniably powerful.

If they could be deployed to several battlefields of the Expeditionary Force and the True God Army, they would surely cripple the Expeditionary Force's army composed of humans from this material plane. At the very least, they could lure away the Expeditionary Force's main combat players with a comprehensive level of 14 or higher.

However, even with the combined efforts of the four elemental spirits, they could not kill all the tireless and fearless soldiers created by the Mountain and River Map in a short period of time.

Moreover, there are more than just these 100,000 soldiers on the battlefield.

With Zheng Jing absent, command fell into Bubble's hands. The Little Cat Ranger decisively ordered the three Sheryl followers to join the 100,000 soldiers to deal with the four Elemental Spirits, while the rest of the team attacked Wan, who looked like a spellcaster.

With five against one, the survey team should have a clear advantage.

But once they actually clashed, Bubble immediately realized that her judgment was correct.

The other party was a Razmir priest, and of a very high status.

Because less than fifteen minutes have passed since the fight started, she discovered that this guy had used at least six extraordinary quality magical items.

And none of them are the same!

Besides their attire, the high priests of Razmir have another distinctive characteristic: they are usually equipped with an astonishing number of magical items.

Considering that these swindlers often use magical artifacts to deceive onlookers, making them believe that they are casting spells through their own abilities rather than relying on magical artifacts, Bubble estimated that the guy in the sky was carrying more magical artifacts than she had realized.

...Could he be a Saint-level Master, meow?

Bubble thought to himself, hiding behind a high-level invisibility spell.

Her jewel-like eyes were fixed on Wan.

The small-sized enthusiasts' team has four members: besides her and Lula, the other two are the dwarf bard Linne and the dwarf warrior Rogge.

Throughout their encounters, Wan has remained undefeated thanks to the advantage of his ability to fly.

The offensive magic that Linee and Lula possessed was basically unable to reach Wan, who was dozens of meters in the air.

If all you want to do is fly, both Lina and Lula have the ability to fly, which allows them or their teammates to fly for a certain period of time.

But Bubble only allowed Lina and Lula to use the flight spell on him.

the reason is simple.

She found Wan to be incredibly agile in the air.

Chapter 310: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you don't deserve to listen.

The vertical distance wasn't even a hundred meters, yet neither her arrows nor Yale's projectiles hit Wan. This level of agility didn't seem like she was using flight magic; it was more like Wan herself was a race capable of flight.

Regardless of how Wan did it, this means that even if Yale and Rogge were given flight spells, the orc and dwarf would likely still be helpless against Wan in the air.

It could even be more dangerous.

The effect of distance is bidirectional.

The non-physical magic of the tens of thousands had almost no effect on the bubbles on the ground.

If Yale and Rogge really flew up, and the distance between them and Wan would be so close, they might actually find themselves in trouble because they wouldn't get support from their own spellcasters.

That was a spellcaster who was suspected to be a Razmir Saint-level Master; the protective magic cast on them was far from enough.

However, to break the deadlock and defeat this troublesome spellcaster, we cannot rely on continuing this magical exchange.

So Bubble's strategy was simple: have her teammates distract Wan while she sneakily used her advanced invisibility and flight abilities to sneak up and ambush Wan with her bow and arrow, aiming for a fatal blow.

The short bow in her hand was passed down from her great-grandmother.

Using the back sinew of a green dragon as the string and a branch gifted by a legendary war tree over six thousand years old as the bow, this [Cute Cat Doesn't Cry] weapon doesn't require arrows when firing. It can use the positive energy input by the holder or the positive energy drawn directly from the surrounding environment as materials to create energy arrows that can penetrate physical armor.

Furthermore, these energy arrows are enchanted with a shortbow, giving them the ability to penetrate most protective spells below the 7th ring.

Although on ordinary days, Bubble prefers to use her twin swords, at times like this, she has to admit that the extraordinary shortbow passed down from her great-grandmother is definitely more effective!

"Wow!"

With another roar, the defiant orc raised his giant axe high and leaped towards the airborne Wan.

This time, Wan seemed to have lost patience, or perhaps he felt the opportunity was good. He chanted an incantation, and with a flick of his charred, withered staff, a burst of emerald green flames erupted from Yale's body—

It's a 7th-level necromancy spell, reduced to ashes.

—This is the moment that Bubble is waiting for!

An emerald-green energy arrow shot out, carrying a powerful gust of wind, easily piercing through Wan's protective magic, piercing the back of his head, and exploding his skull open!

success--

Just as she was about to lower the bubble in her short bow, she saw the headless body suddenly turn towards her, and immediately lowered herself down.

The instant she made a move, several black and red fire snakes spewed from the tip of the staff, all of them attacking Bubble.

The cat-woman twisted her body. If she were on solid ground, these hellfire rays wouldn't even burn a single hair of hers. But since she was in the air, the mobility provided by flying magic was ultimately not as free as relying on her own limbs.

In the end, Bubble still got hit twice.

The fire resistance granted by the protective magic made Bubble almost immune to fire damage, but the foul power from the lower plane within the Hellfire Rays still instantly crippled one of Bubble's front paws.

At the same time, this hellfire ray also contained the effect of [Advanced Dispel Magic], causing several spells on Bubble's body to instantly become ineffective.

This includes the art of flight.

The mutilated body plummeted downwards, but Bubble remained calmly gazing at the myriad things in the sky.

The cat-woman ranger's excellent eyesight allowed her to clearly see that some kind of viscous liquid seemed to be oozing out from Wan's neck.

In the blink of an eye, the liquid solidified into the head that she had blown off with her arrow.

Meeting Bubble's gaze, Wan, with his head bowed, put the mask back on his still-unformed head.

"Golem..."

Bubble couldn't help but mutter something.

Looking down at the falling cat-man, Wan pointed his magic wand.

At this distance, Bubble, having lost its flight ability, has no chance of dodging his next offensive spell.

"boom!!"

Just as Wan was about to take action and deal with the cat, who he suspected was the second-in-command of the investigation team, a loud noise suddenly came from afar.

Before Wan could even look up to investigate, a portal appeared beside him amidst a spatial fluctuation.

From that door, Momoga, with only one arm remaining and dressed in tattered robes, suddenly rushed out.

At the same time, the bubble in mid-air felt as if it had suddenly fallen into someone's arms and stopped falling.

The kitten instinctively looked up.

"Hold on tight."

With a gentle toss, Bubble instinctively twisted its body in the air and landed on that broad shoulder. The forepaw, which had been charred by the filthy power, had already returned to its original state.

The cat-man was about to speak, but before he could even utter the word "captain," he was forced to open his claws and grab Zheng Jing tightly by the distorted scene before him caused by the high speed.

"Son of God?"

Wan seemed somewhat surprised to see Momoga in such a disheveled state.

Momoga offered no explanation, grabbing Wan's shoulder and demanding, "Retreat first—"

"Bang!!"

Before Momoga could finish speaking, the Ruyi Jingu Bang came crashing down on his head, shattering his entire body in an instant!

"Want to escape?"

After killing Momoga with a single blow, Zheng Jing flicked his wrist and struck Wan Shun with his staff.

"Take this!"

Seeing the stick coming, he dared not be careless and retreated rapidly.

But how could Zheng Jing let him go?

"Boss! He might be a golem!"

Leaving behind that sentence, Bubble jumped off Zheng Jing's body.

She knew that staying with Zheng Jing would only hold him back.

As for what to do if she falls, not to mention that she is actually a part-time Drunken Fist Master and a cat-person, so this height of fall will not hurt her at all. Just the fact that Lini and Lula below can use magic to alleviate the impact she will have to bear when she lands is enough.

Knowing that she had her own decision, Zheng Jing grinned after hearing the little cat-man's reminder and chased after Wan Jubang.

One chased, the other fled. Wan frequently used teleportation magic, but he couldn't escape the Mountain and River Map. No matter how he teleported, the moment he reappeared, Zheng Jing would appear before him with a smile.

Unable to escape, they tried to resist.

All sorts of magic were unleashed: fire, lightning, stone, and water; they bewitched minds and extinguished life. Every spell they could muster was used, but they were either shattered into pieces by the golden cudgel or fell on the indestructible Vajra body, only to elicit a few mocking laughs.

Finally, having exhausted all means, Wanna's eyes, hidden beneath the mask, suddenly flashed, and in that instant, something from afar seemed to burrow into his body.

Wan stopped abruptly and reached out his hand to Zheng Jing.

"you--"

"Bah!"

That was a wake-up call.

Wan's body, along with the words he couldn't utter, was instantly turned into a pile of mud by Zheng Jing's blow.

Chapter 311: Do you know my Great Sage Grandpa?

Zheng Jing stirred the golden cudgel in his hand, unleashing a surge of immense internal energy that resembled a raging fire, instantly reducing the muddy remains to nothing.

However, there was one thing about Wan that withstood Zheng Jing's attacks and disturbances.

It was that moon-white mask.

It managed to hold on, but judging from its appearance, it was covered with cracks, as if it would shatter into tiny pieces with the slightest breeze.

"Ok?"

Zheng Jing raised an eyebrow, about to use his stick to pry it open, when a faint light appeared on the nearly broken mask, and it actually floated up on its own.