"Quick, get the guests out of the dance floor!"

Behind, the Governor Murdoch, who was tensely observing the battle, had already organized the waiters originally serving the banquet to drive the dancing guests off the dance floor, creating enough space for combat and preventing accidental injuries.

"Ladies and gentlemen! We have prepared a better stage in the next room, where you can dance freely!"

"Huff... huff... a better... stage? Take me there quickly, I... can hardly wait!" Finding the right method, guiding these people who barely had any reason left wasn't difficult.

In fact, by this time, the dance steps of the ladies and gentlemen had quickened again, and saying they were ballroom dancing was more akin to tap dancing! Quite a few people had collapsed under the strain, and even lying on the ground, their bodies were still twitching.

"Huff... hah... hah..." Even those still standing and dancing had lost any semblance of elegance, resembling marathoners in the latter half of their race.

However, their resistance had also diminished considerably due to excessive physical exhaustion, and under the guidance of dozens of courageous waiters, they stepped in dance into the side hall.

The unaffected guests still lingering in the banquet hall also followed closely. At this moment, the true host had already revealed itself; the banquet hall was indeed the most dangerous place.

Daphne glanced back several times, looking at the battling Aiven, but a few friends directly dragged her away. They couldn't help at all here and could only pray to the Goddess for Aiven's safety.

Meanwhile, the "Highly Poisonous Bluebells" that had held up the City Guard was now in turn held up by the City Guard and the supporting Delis, unable to interfere in the battle here.

With no one to interfere, the battle immediately reached a fever pitch.

As the evil spirit was bound, Krell's attack closely followed. Having learned from Aiven's previous experience, he chose not to get too close, instead, tossing two bottles of holy water.

When dealing with specific enemies, holy water is indeed an economical and practical choice!

Pop—

Pop—

The glass bottles burst open on the immobilized evil spirit, and the golden mist was like a bath of sulfuric acid for her, far more effective than Aiven's full-force sword strike.

"Ah—! Ssssss..." In a screeching sound like nails across a chalkboard, the evil spirit, who previously appeared as a peerless beauty, had her skin, hair, and even clothes melting, leaving behind only patches of nauseating, sticky, charred blackness.

Yet she did not die immediately!

The face completely melted away, revealing not muscles or bones, but a faceless, ghastly white mask.

Even without eyes, Aiven felt a cold, deep, malicious gaze fiercely fixated on him, constantly wanting to flay him alive!

In response to such a gaze, Aiven's reply was...

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

The two double-barreled firearms in his hands fired consecutively, sending four lead bullets soaked in holy water into its body without hesitation.

After being bound by electric light and corroded by holy water, the evil spirit's defense significantly weakened, and the bullets easily created four cup-sized rotten holes in its chest.

It wasn't over yet.

Anthony, that wealthy man, had more "good stuff" prepared in hand. Following the four lead bullets from Aiven, a red sphere was tossed out by him.

"Aiven, get out of the way!"

At these words, Aiven, having been caught in such situations multiple times before in combat, was experienced enough to immediately leap away.

Boom—

The red sphere exploded with a roar, spreading a "sticky" dark red flame that enveloped the evil spirit tightly like maggots on a rotting corpse.

Roaring—

It was as if it had been hit directly by a gasoline bomb, and the blazing heat wave soared into the sky, with the huge flames almost licking the high ceiling of the banquet hall.

With the successive blows, the evil spirit was forced to its limits!

However, as a "beloved" of the God of Opera, how could its power be limited to just that?

Amid the scorching flames, its head raised high, driven by survival instinct, disregarding the damage to its extraordinary essence, it unleashed the evil energy within it explosively, turning limitless power into a deadly sonic burst.

"Ah—!!!"

A nearly visible black ripple spread out from its mouth, carrying immense energy as it quickly expanded, shattering the electric shackles and blasting the surrounding Aiven and his comrades away, while also completely dispersing the sticky flames on its body.

[Divine Skill: Eulogy of Death!]

However, the evil spirit evidently paid a painful price for this.

At least in Aiven's spiritual vision, visibly, its aura had significantly weakened.

However, it is indeed the strongest Evil Spirit, even if unable to use "meme" attacks on Aiven and the others, it easily dealt a heavy blow to the three of them.

If they hadn't managed to release the [Electric Shackles] at the start, their corpses might already be cold by now.

Step... step... step...

The Evil Spirit moved its feet with difficulty, with black ash falling from its body with every step. The originally captivating beauty had now completely turned into a figure of charcoal.

The three climbed up from the ground with difficulty, enduring the nausea from the soundwave attack, and surrounded it again, the cold glinting longswords pointing towards the Evil Spirit in the center.

Although they were dizzy and disoriented from the soundwave attack just now, the somewhat weakest Krell even struggled to stand, but all three did justice to their identity as Navy elites, suppressing the intense discomfort at the first moment to organize a counterattack.

They exchanged a glance, and lowly shouted together:

"Sword Style: Floating Boat!"

"Demonized Weapon: Flame Longsword!"

"Slash!"

Aiven used the Secret Technique from "White Sail Swordsmanship," Anthony used his Alchemy Ring to turn the longsword in his hand into a Flame Blade, and although Krell's swordsmanship wasn't yet Master-level, he also gave it his all, executing a "Jump Slash" from the advanced military swordsmanship with great force!

"Clang... Clang... Clang..."

The sound of a blunt axe chopping wood lasted for a full half minute.

The Evil Spirit, already at the end of its rope, though its defense was still far superior to the ordinary, ultimately failed to create new miracles, only managed to land a punch on Krell's shoulder aside, without any other results.

Bang—

The charcoal-like Evil Spirit fell to the ground despondently, first its pitch-black body crumbled inch by inch, its ghastly white mask fell to the ground, then all the remnants rapidly evaporated like water vapor, completely disappearing into the air.

Sigh—

"Shock! Three strong men late at night actually did this to a young woman...."

'If there were journalists from the Shock Department here, this would definitely be the headline tomorrow?'

Aiven let out a light breath, looking at the completely vanished Evil Spirit, inwardly ridiculed, thinking to himself this was indeed ruthless on the flower.

"Huff... huff... it's finally over." Krell leaned on his longsword, sticking his tongue out, gasping for breath. Although the time spent in direct combat was not long, fighting with this strange creature put him in a constant state of high tension.

Once relaxed, he felt entirely exhausted.

Plus, during the Evil Spirit's attack similar to "Banshee's Wail," both his internal organs and eardrum were damaged to varying degrees. Even with the constitution of an Official Knight, without decent rest, recovery would be impossible.

Compared to Krell, Aiven and Anthony, who had better skills and equipment, were in noticeably better condition. Seeing Krell squatting on the ground, Aiven reminded him: "Don't relax, there's still another one!"

Nearby, in the battlegrounds of the "Highly Poisonous Bluebells" and the City Guard, the sounds of weapon clashes and shouts were nonstop, clearly indicating the fight hadn't ended.

Upon hearing about another "Killing Ghost" to fight, Krell shrank his head, dug his fingers into his ears, and shouted loudly: "What? What did you say? My ears seem to have a problem, I can't hear!"

Ignoring Krell, who had started playing deaf and doing his antics of pretending to escape.

Aiven had already lifted his longsword again, readying for another charge, not showing understanding for his companions' severely fatigued state, saying: "Guys, endure a bit, afterwards might hurt slightly."

"What?"

Before they could react, blue-white spiritual radiance flashed through Aiven's eyes, and he slowly uttered a syllable:

Sa——

[Witchcraft: Vigoration!]

A bright red ripple, almost invisible to the naked eye, emerged from Aiven's body and swiftly spread to Anthony and Krell.

The next moment, new strength and courage surged endlessly from within them.

Ahhh—

The three, appearing to have infinite energy needing release, felt no inclination to recoil from body to spirit, rapidly blocking the "Highly Poisonous Bluebells," who glanced at the unfavorable situation trying to escape.

"Hey, beauty! Don't be in such a rush to leave?"

Before the fight started, Anthony already flung out a pouch of "Developing Dust!"

"Hehe, if you dare, use your Illusion Technique to escape like that day!"

"Uh...."

Longsword slashed!

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