Wen Ke Sieg's idea was to attack Turin from the sea.
It was a good idea, but she clearly underestimated how terrifying Turin was.
The individual strength of these Dark Spirit Witches were already stronger than most spiritualists.
This was also why Turin was so terrifying.
A large number of Dark Spirit Witches flew out of Turin.
These Dark Spirit Witches had all sorts of strange spells.
Giselle controlled a few flying balls, which were all covered in dragon scales.
Against normal evil spirits, there was no need to use the machinery of the flying balls, they only needed to charge forward and tear those evil spirits to pieces.
"What a beautiful little girl." Suddenly, a voice was heard.
Giselle turned around and saw that it was an old witch.
Her face was full of wrinkles, she wore a witch hat on her head, had a hooked nose, long pointed ears, and a mouth full of rotten teeth.
She held a walking stick in her hand, and her body emitted a foul smell.
Giselle's gaze sharpened, and a flying ball attacked the old witch from behind.
Giselle was not the little girl who was chased and had nowhere to run.
Wa — —
The old witch let out a strange cry, and her body suddenly exploded.
However, her body seemed to be made of mud, so Giselle's attack was not fatal.
The old witch quickly reconstructed another body.
"Little girl, I'm going to eat you!" The old witch screamed.
"Eat me? If you have the ability, come at me. "Giselle was not afraid at all.
The six flying balls around her all extended spinning blades.
Even a spirit body had powerful destructive power, a single touch could tear a spirit body apart.
The old witch was about to cast a spell, but her body was already smashed.
The old witch reconstructed her body again, and another flying ball shot out of nowhere and smashed her body again.
The old witch again … The old witch angrily shouted: "Do you dare to give me time to cast a spell?"
Although she could reconstruct her body every time, in reality, each flying ball caused a certain amount of damage to her spirit body.
She was not truly immortal, she was only a Dark Spirit Witch.
Her body made of mud could only block some physical attacks for her, preventing her spirit body from directly coming into contact with the flying balls.
For a spirit body, being hit by a flying ball head-on was almost the same as being hit by a metal ball.
Giselle wasn't stupid. Was the one who cast the spell on the old witch?
This old witch was obviously a Voodoo witch.
He didn't have any self-defense spells, so his defense was entirely dependent on the Magic Dragon Scale Armor.
Magic Dragon Scale Armor, on the other hand, wasn't particularly effective against voodoo spells.
If the old witch released her voodoo magic, it would be hard to guarantee that he would not be injured.
If he were to ask for help, it would be extremely embarrassing.
Moreover, there was a rule in the Supernatural Organization. Sparring and fighting were two different things.
If it was a duel between two companions, then it would naturally be fair.
However, if anyone went easy on their opponent and was defeated, they would be punished.
Giselle didn't want to challenge the rules of the Supernatural Organization with stupid ideas.
Enemies had to be crushed to death to make people feel at ease.
What's more, the enemy had their own merits.
"Looks like I can't waste any more time. I need to deal her a fatal blow."
Just as the old witch was forming a new body, a flying ball suddenly exploded and a large net covered the old witch.
It wasn't an ordinary net, but an enchanted one. It had the power of lightning and fire, and Giselle had helped her pour the lightning power into it.
"Ah!" The old witch screamed. She was bound by the net and her spirit couldn't escape. She could only endure the lightning released by the net.
The terrifying power evaporated the water in her mud shell and disintegrated the old witch's spirit at the same time.
Done. Giselle touched her chin.
Although she'd gotten rid of the old witch, she still lacked a one-hit kill. She should think about it after going back and come up with a move that could kill in one hit.
Giselle circled the forest a few times and encountered many battles.
But Giselle didn't interfere. After all, everyone here was her competitor.
As long as they weren't companions, she didn't think that she needed to help.
Along the way, Giselle killed a dozen more sea souls and two black spirit witches.
Giselle became more and more aware of her own weaknesses.
Actually, Giselle had this feeling before, but it wasn't clear enough.
This battle had made her deeply understand this point.
If it was against a weaker opponent, it didn't matter if she used a killer move or not.
But against an opponent that was similar or slightly stronger than her, another killer move was necessary.
Morid wasn't far from Giselle. At the moment, he was fighting with twenty black spirit witches.
Although he was facing more than twenty Darkened Spirit Warlocks, Morid could be said to be doing it with ease.
Of course, it didn't mean that Morid was stronger than Giselle.
It was because his magic was suitable for large-scale battles like this.
This was because the same tactic could be used against one enemy, and the same tactic could be used against a group of enemies.
Therefore, he needed to attract a few black spirit witches and then attack.
This would be more efficient and save more mana.
Morid scattered the magic seeds, and everything within a few hundred meters became Morid's territory. Countless magic plants drilled out of the ground. Some were full of dangerous Exploding Fruits, some were vines that looked like tentacles, man-eating flowers, voodoo fruits, and so on.
Anyway, Morid's skill turned the area into a Shuraba.
Of course, that was only true for the monsters on the Turin.
But for others, the entire Ma Ma Island was also a Shuraba.
Not everyone had Morid's abilities. Most of them couldn't even protect themselves.
Some people thought highly of themselves, while others planned to fish in troubled waters.
But the result was obvious. Turin was far more terrifying than they had imagined.
The black spirit witches weren't the most terrifying. The fourth wave of monsters had already come down from Turin.
The fourth wave of monsters was a group of deep-sea demon skeletons. They lived deep in the sea and were unknown.
They were like God's prank, a half-formed piece of plasticine.
Its body was as black as ink, with countless heads and tentacles. They extended down from the Turin and started attacking the spiritualists in a frenzy.
They were individuals, but also a whole.
Outside the coastline, Wenke Sieg turned around and asked, "How many ships have we lost?"
"Seven ships. Almost 50 casualties," Rode said solemnly.
Could Turin really be destroyed?
Turin's main forces were released towards Ma Ma Island. That was why they could sneak attack from the rear.
But so far, they had lost so many ships.
They didn't have much power left.
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