The two leaders of the Guild of the Wicked did not expect the spell to be so powerful.
They were devoured by the fiery sand and tortured by the bone-piercing sand and the Calamity Fire. The defensive measures they used to defend themselves were not effective against the combination of fire and earth.
It didn't take long for them to be completely buried, buried in the boiling hot sandstorm.
The green land had disappeared, and the magnificent hills in the distance had all been flattened. At a glance, the red flame sand was spread everywhere, so flat that not a single wrinkle could be seen. The magnificent blood-red color was incomparably neat, like a tranquil demon world that hid the endless threat of death!
Asha'ria stood beside Mo Fan. Her eyes were filled with astonishment.
The spell … it was indescribable with words!
Leaving aside the fact that their opponent was a Super Mage in the world, the sight of the Fiery Sand Purgatory descending upon them was already shocking enough.
It had completely surpassed the range of ordinary Super Spells. Most importantly, Mo Fan was only casting his first spell. He was able to cast such a powerful spell without any lengthy chanting or preparation!
The spell was so powerful that it was dizzying.
Most of the time, Asha'ria's expression would be thirty percent real and seventy percent fake. It was difficult to tell what she was thinking, but her expression was the most genuine one right now.
Wasn't there supposed to be a fierce battle?
Asha'ria could use the opportunity to test Mo Fan's strength.
However, Asha'ria felt like it was even more difficult for her to figure out Mo Fan's strength. It was obvious that the Fiery Sand Purgatory was not his strongest spell!
"I'll leave the rest to you," Mo Fan said to Asha'ria, who was still in a daze.
I'll take care of them.
I'll leave the interrogation to you.
Only then did Asha 'ruiya close her mouth.
She didn't know why, but the moment she came back to her senses, she suddenly felt that this guy was a little handsome. That calm demeanor of his that could destroy a strong enemy with a flip of his palm, focused on revenge, focused on anger, but was as calm as an iceberg.
"Mofan, do you still need a lover?" The Saintess from Parthenon asked.
Mo Fan sat on the sand and raised his head to look at her.
Although he looked expressionless, he wanted to curse in his heart!
Why was the rumor that she had many lovers spread all over the country?
The word "return" made Mofan's liver hurt.
…
Asha'ria liked it, but Mofan didn't take it seriously at all.
Mo Fan might seem close to her, but he was actually rejecting her. He was not like those little brats, who would be as happy as a two-hundred-pound fatty when a beauty approached him.
For some girls, getting close to each other was actually a test.
She wants to know if she can capture your heart.
After capturing him, she turned around and left. She stepped on her high heels and swayed her waist. From then on, her back view was out of reach.
Mofan wasn't in the mood and didn't have the energy to play this ambiguous game with Asha'ria. They could either be brothers openly, or they could just roll … in bed. Everyone was busy.
…
The Demon Silkman and Tyke were still alive.
However, with their heavily injured state, there was no need for Mofan to do anything. Asha'ria could easily subdue them with her Shadow Magic.
Asha'ria had all kinds of tricks up her sleeves too. She didn't have to worry about being tricked by these two guys.
She would trap them first.
Drain their energy.
Then, she would torture their souls slightly and slowly increase the intensity until they reached their limits.
When they reached their limits, she would break down their inner resistance and make them feel fear and despair. In the end, they would become slaves who only wanted to be free.
Asha'ria knew that the willpower of the wicked was usually no weaker than that of the strong, so she purposely "boiled" them a little more.
A beauty would have a special charm when she did many things. Mofan didn't feel bored as he admired her from the side.
Mo Fan knew it was pointless to rush things like torture and interrogation. If he forced the prisoners into a corner, it would only provoke them to fight back. It would be hard to tell if the information they received was real or fake.
"Alright, back to the original question. Who told you to do it?" Asha'ria had a friendly smile, as if she was asking a little girl on the street where she bought ice cream.
"We only talked to one person and followed … followed his orders," the Demon Silkman couldn't take it anymore and said tiredly.
"Name."
"Anyazha," the Demon Silkman said.
"Alright, next question. Why did you kill those scholars? "Asha'ria asked.
"We didn't kill them, we don't have that kind of power … It wasn't us, we were just following orders to confuse the people who came before us." This time, it was Terry who spoke. He was as scared as a fifty-year-old child.
Asha'ria had inflicted despair and terror on him, so Tyke reeked of urine. Even Asha'ria didn't want to get close to him.
Mofan immediately rose to his feet when he heard the answer.
"Confuse them … you weren't looking for someone in the desert?" Mofan asked as he rose to his feet.
"We weren't looking for anyone. We were just heading into the desert to divert the attention of the organizations to a meaningless place. That person isn't in the desert, "Tyke said in a panic.
"Damn it!"
Asha'ria cursed.
They had been tricked!
The culprit had brought Mo Fan into the enemy's trap. It meant the culprit had already guessed the incident would attract the attention of many factions, so he had purposely asked the members of the Guild of the Wicked to carry the pot deeper into the desert. It would give them more time to clean up their tracks!
Mofan frowned.
Zu Huanyao had told him about the Guild of the Wicked, too.
It seemed like they had fallen into a trap!
"Then who knows where the girl is? Does Anyazha know? Tell me!" Asha'ria said angrily.
She didn't think she would be tricked even though she was the head of an intelligence agency!
"I'm afraid Anyazha doesn't know either," Demon Silk said softly. The Demon Silkworm said in a low voice. There was a pleading look in her eyes. It seemed like she wanted to use the last sentence as her final bargaining chip.
Asha'ria noticed it too. She said seriously, "Tell me, and I'll set you free."
"According to our … our experience and understanding, the girl is still in Dubai. She's either hiding or under their control," Demon Silk said.
The Guild of the Wicked had its own information network. They also had their own spies and sources of information.
Therefore, even if the person who gave them the order did not tell them, they could still make a rough guess based on the information they had.
They wanted to divert the attention of the organizations deep into the desert so that they could move around in the city and not be easily monitored.
If there were no clues in the city, or if the incident had already been dealt with, why would the Guild of the Wicked be in such a hurry to stir up trouble?
The Guild of the Wicked did not kill the girl.
The Guild of the Wicked had no idea where the key person was either.
The Guild of the Wicked was just putting on a show to attract the attention of the people who were paying attention to the incident. After all, the Guild of the Wicked was not some third-rate organization.
"She's in the city. Yes, she's in the city!" Asha'ria seemed to have realized something.
Yao Silkman's guess was highly likely. Now, all Asha 'ruiya had to do was to investigate the movements of some special people, and she would most likely be right.
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