C22 The Battle Was Crushing

"What! You can do magic?"

The Raccoon Clan chief's eyes widened in shock as he caught sight of the glow in Qingyou's palm, his face betraying a sudden flurry of panic.

"Blazing Flame Holy Spear!"

With a fierce cry, Qingyou unleashed a compressed flame as thick as an arm from her palm, hurtling directly at the Raccoon Clan chief.

This attack move was one that Lin Mo had invested three skill points for Qingyou to master. The compressed flame boasted formidable penetrating power, proving devastatingly effective against enemies lined up in formation.

Chi!

The Blazing Flame Holy Spear bored straight through the chief's chest, leaving a bowl-sized cavity rimmed with charred flesh. The Raccoon Clan chief didn't even utter a groan before collapsing dead on the spot.

The momentum of the Blazing Flame Holy Spear, after impaling the chief, remained unyielding, piercing through a dozen more before exploding, showering countless sparks on those nearby and inflicting considerable damage.

The enemy's formation descended into disarray following the spell's impact.

With a steely expression, Qingyou swiftly conjured and launched three more Blazing Flame Holy Spears.

She had vowed to devote her entire being to the mighty God of Flames, and the insolence of the Raccoon Clan chief had ignited her wrath.

The four Blazing Flame Holy Spears found their mark within the Raccoon Clan's ranks, instantly claiming the lives of over a hundred warriors, while the remaining three hundred suffered burns of varying severity.

Having cast the spell four times in quick succession, Qingyou, despite being a Rank Three Mage, felt her magical reserves waning. Her face turned ashen as she struggled to catch her breath.

"The chief is dead!"

"They have a mage!"

"Run for it!"

In the wake of Qingyou's assault, the opposition was thrown into utter turmoil, with many warriors wailing and scattering in every direction.

The Black Cat Clan and Gray Cat Clan, coerced into the conflict, were the quickest to flee, rapidly retreating to seek cover at a safe distance.

"Don't panic! Their mage is out of magic! We still outnumber them! Everyone, keep your cool!"

A voice suddenly pierced through the tumult of the Tanuki Clan's ranks.

"The young chieftain is safe! The young chieftain is unharmed!"

With their rallying point restored, the Tanuki Clan warriors regained their composure. They quickly reformed their ranks, their faces set in grim determination as they drew their weapons.

"Brothers, to arms! Slay the opposing mage, avenge our chieftain, avenge our fallen brethren..."

The young Tanuki Clan chieftain brandished his scimitar, his call to battle fierce and impassioned. But before his words could fully resonate, a dark shadow swooped from the sky. Caught off guard, the young chieftain was hurled high into the air.

Crash!

Two seconds later, he plummeted to the ground, a gaping wound in his chest sealing his fate.

Lillian, spear in hand, hovered aloft, her figure striking as she flicked the blood from her weapon's tip with a deft motion.

"The young chieftain has fallen!"

"They have a Featherman among them!"

The resolve of the recently rallied warriors crumbled anew. The Tanuki fighters abandoned all thoughts of resistance, turning tail in a frantic escape, their weapons discarded in their haste.

"Warriors of the Spirit Cat Clan, charge with me!"

With a powerful beat of her wings and a fierce cry, Lillian surged forward, leading the pursuit of the Tanuki Clan's remnants.

The Spirit Cat Clan warriors were ablaze with fervor, the memories of past oppression flashing before their eyes. They surged ahead in an unstoppable onslaught, driving the Tanuki Clan into utter disarray.