Strike now, while you can!

"Senior sister Emily, you..." the disciples of the Themyscira Sect gasped in shock as they looked at Emily.

Behind the safety of the barren mountain, Emily had managed to seal the pressure points of each disciple.

"The Mystic Realm has become too dangerous for you to handle. Instead of staying here, it's better to send you all out of this place," Emily said, turning away, showing little interest in further explanation.

"But what about you, senior sister? The Mystic Realm is extremely dangerous, and if you're here alone..." the disciples of the Themyscira Sect said, clearly worried, trying to stop her.

"I can handle it on my own." Emily gently tapped each disciple of the Themyscira Sect with her palm, infusing a trace of spiritual energy into their bodies.

Amidst twinkling lights, the disciples, mistakenly thought to be injured, were gradually covered by the light and transported out of the Mystic Realm.

For some reason, whenever Emily looked at Timothy's back, she felt a mix of confusion and irritation in her heart.

Holy Maiden Aeliana had personally assigned her the task of making contact with Timothy to learn about his situation.

Yet, at this moment, Emily didn't want to do that at all.

Timothy was the first man to reject her, the first man to catch her attention.

And yet, he was also the first man she found so utterly baffling.

Unable to calm her emotions, Emily's gaze sharpened, and she drew her sword, leaping into the monster-infested forbidden area ahead.

Other cultivators also tried to charge into the wave of monsters, but most were quickly overwhelmed, barely making a splash.

"Silent Tide Technique!"

A pale blue light enveloped Emily, her nimble sword dancing up and down, a layer of clear water covering the blade.

With each strike, she cleaved the flame monsters in two.

The sword light flickered, now a spear, now a shield, forcibly carving a path through the monsters!

"Damn those juniors!"

In the sky, the Umbral Tyrant, the rogue cultivator Feydran, the Sunflare Elder, and six others noticed the activity on the ground.

Seeing more and more people following the path Emily had cleared towards the Mystic Realm's grand hall, they became anxious.

They had already attracted the attention of a giant monster, and the only way past was to annihilate it.

"Let's join forces for now, and we can settle our scores once we're inside the grand hall," the Umbral Tyrant suggested to the others.

After a moment of silence, the six nodded in agreement.

If they continued to hide their abilities in this battle with the monster, they would only let the younger generation benefit.

A blade-like black shadow thundered down, the Umbral Tyrant's ultimate move, "Umbra Slash."

The shadow swept across, instantly slicing off a large chunk of the monster's flames.

Before the flames could reignite, a large blade, wrapped in a fierce wind, was wielded by the rogue cultivator Feydran, who summoned all his strength.

With one strike, he aimed to break all spells!

The intense impact swept down, and although it didn't shake the monster's core, the fiery giant trembled violently.

"Who would have thought I'd be forced to use my last resort? Hmph, if I don't use it now, I can't enter the grand hall anyway, so consider it a gift," the Sunflare Elder snorted coldly, slowly pulling out a scroll.

A strong light emanated from the scroll, illuminating half the sky of the dark Mystic Realm.

"What kind of treasure is this!"

Many exclaimed in amazement, even Timothy couldn't help but look up curiously, though he could only barely make out the outline of the scroll, unable to see its contents clearly.

In the intense light, the previously arrogant flame monster seemed to show a hint of fear.

Its huge body tried to retreat, but it was too late.

As the light gradually faded, the image on the scroll was revealed to the monster.

"The Hundred Beauties Spring Palace Scroll!"

The moment the scroll appeared, the monster let out a painful roar, its eyes made of flames shattered, and its body stiffened as if turned to stone, unable to move.

"Strike now, while you can!"

At the same time, the other four unleashed their techniques, bombarding the sky with powerful spells.

The giant head of the monster was hit repeatedly.

Bursts of scorching flames erupted, and the massive body could no longer hold up. Accompanied by fierce fires and strong winds, it crashed down with a thunderous boom.

"Boom!"

In the midst of the loud noise, a wave of intense heat radiated from the monster, spreading rapidly to the surroundings.

The cultivators who were on their way to the Mystic Realm's grand hall were caught in the blast.

The wave of energy moved incredibly fast, like an invisible beast devouring everything in its path.

In an instant, many were swallowed by the wave, severely injured, and expelled from the Mystic Realm.

Some unfortunate ones didn't even have time to put up a defense and were directly engulfed in the flames, reduced to ashes.

As the wave continued to spread, Emily pushed her Silent Tide Technique to the limit, mobilizing all her spiritual energy, and charged forward with all her might.

However, a humanoid monster blocked her path.

Its muscles, formed from flames, were filled with brutal and savage power. It threw a punch, which Emily barely dodged.

Taking advantage of the moment, other beasts pounced on her. One of them swept its claws across her abdomen, tearing through her outer garments and leaving three deep gashes on her belly.

"Not good!"

Pain shot through her, and Emily slashed the beast that had reached for her, but she overlooked the humanoid monster at her side.

She tried to dodge, but it was too late.

A huge fist, mixed with howling flames, came crashing down. Emily put all her strength into blocking it with her sword. Although she managed to stop the punch, the force sent her flying backward.

"Thump, thump."

She hit the ground hard twice, bouncing up before collapsing, pain radiating through her body.

The book she treasured, "Uselessness of Spiritual Partners," was flung from her grasp.

"Damn it." Feeling the pain in various parts of her body, Emily struggled to push herself up from the ground but couldn't stand again.

More and more flame monsters targeted her, rushing in her direction.

The surging wave of heat was also fast approaching.

"Is this the end?" A bitter smile appeared on Emily's lips.

Just then, a figure calmly approached from a distance and picked up the book from the ground.

"'Uselessness of Spiritual Partners'?" Timothy initially had no interest, but the title of the book caught his attention.

Singlehood advocates in this era?

Surprised that there were such progressive thinkers in this world, he became curious and looked at the author's name.

"What the hell?" Timothy was stunned.

There, clearly written, was the name—Goddess Sylvia.

Timothy muttered to himself, "So, 'Uselessness of Spiritual Partners' was written by my own wife?"