"Indeed, men are troublesome. Come, I'll carry you!"
Zhou Feifei jumped down from the branch, then crouched on the ground, turning her head to say:
"Get on!"
"Then... I'm sorry!"
Seeing Zhou Feifei's bold demeanor, Zhang Chen felt too awkward to be coy and climbed on directly.
He wrapped his arms around Zhou Feifei's neck and his legs around her waist.
"Hold on tight, let's go!"
Fearing Zhang Chen would fall, Zhou Feifei supported his rear with one hand and then, with a powerful push of her legs, shot forward a great distance.
Zhang Chen immediately felt as if he were soaring through the clouds, his body floating in mid-air. He watched the scenery below rapidly shrink and then slowly grow larger.
Just as they were about to land, Zhou Feifei exerted force again, and they took flight once more. In just a few leaps, they left the teaching area and entered the training grounds.
In the lush training grounds, Zhou Feifei moved as if she were running on treetops.
Zhang Chen listened to the wind whistling past his ears, an inexpressible excitement filling his heart.
How exhilarating would it be if he also possessed such mobility?
Boom!
Suddenly, another explosion echoed from the forest.
This was followed by a powerful shockwave that forced Zhou Feifei to slow down.
"We're almost there, stay close to me!"
Zhou Feifei spoke, then ducked down and leaped swiftly.
Scrape...
Despite carrying Zhang Chen, she descended from such a height with almost no sound.
"Principal Xu, Zhang Chen has arrived!"
Zhou Feifei stood beside Xu Linna and said softly.
"Mm, we'll just watch from here!"
Xu Linna didn't turn around, merely nodding simply and saying.
Before her lay a vast sea of flowers.
Currently, several spirit masters, wearing badges of the Spirit Association, were battling a monstrous insect over ten meters long.
The creature was covered in barbs, with many round, semi-transparent poison sacs, and its entire body was enveloped in a faint black-green mist.
Wherever it passed, grass withered, and trees perished.
"An eighth-tier demon spirit, a Hell Messenger. Everything about it is lethal. A slight misstep and contact with its poisonous mist or skin could result in paralysis or death. It can only be attacked from a distance."
Xu Linna narrowed her eyes and said slowly.
The wind rustled her white lab coat, making faint crackling sounds.
"That terrifying?"
Zhang Chen couldn't help but gasp at the description.
No close-quarters combat? Isn't this demon spirit naturally designed to counter me?
Buzz buzz!
At this moment, several spirit master powerhouses were darting around the Hell Messenger, constantly launching spirit energy attacks.
The spirit energy beams struck the monster's body, but it was like scratching an itch through a boot – they caused no substantial damage.
Seeing this, Zhou Feifei couldn't help but frown.
"It seems this fellow is at least an eighth-tier, fifth-ring demon spirit. The outer poisonous mist has an effect that weakens spirit energy."
"All ranged attacks, upon entering the poisonous mist, have their energy absorbed, increasing its toxicity and defensive capabilities. The remaining spirit energy, when striking its body, is utterly useless."
"If this continues, it won't be long before they are exhausted and overwhelmed, even if they aren't defeated by the demon spirit itself. They'll be worn down by the attrition."
Zhou Feifei analyzed anxiously from the side.
"Are the Spirit Association's missions that desperate recently? To send out such mediocre individuals, not even bothering to dispatch any renowned spirit masters?"
"Or perhaps... they assumed Phoenix Academy would intervene, so they sent these temporary workers to merely make an appearance?"
Xu Linna said with disdain.
"They're about to be overwhelmed. Should we intervene now?"
Zhou Feifei asked.
"No hurry. If they don't care about their own people, why should we? Let a few of them die, then send their bodies back for them to revive themselves!"
Xu Linna put her hands in her pockets, adopting a leisurely stance as an observer.
"Then... alright!"
Zhou Feifei nodded.
At this moment, the battle situation predictably became one-sided.
The Hell Messenger suddenly opened its maw and spewed out a large amount of green mist.
In an instant, it engulfed an area with a diameter of one hundred meters.
Within this radius, human senses were greatly weakened, but the Hell Messenger could easily observe the position and movements of everyone through the feedback from the mist.
Gurgle!
A stream of pus shot out, directly melting the armor of one spirit master, then its skin and muscles, and finally even its bones.
With a bang!
It charged forward again, sending two spirit masters flying.
As they were flung through the air, the armor of the spirit masters began to disintegrate, and parts of their bodies visibly started to corrode.
They let out pig-like screams of agony.
At this moment, the Hell Messenger suddenly turned its head, looking in Zhang Chen's direction.