Night Women Assault vs. Six-Language Holy Light Bullets

Wailing cries pierced the night sky, yet no one paid them any heed; everyone was preoccupied with their own tasks. 

Our group of seven had been roaming the island for three days. Aside from needing to avoid a few particularly formidable monsters, we had become seasoned fighters, and such minor disturbances could hardly frighten us. My achievement card was filled with a list of over ten types of monsters, with the tally of slain giant spiders exceeding one thousand, and the number of night women reaching twenty-two.

Tomorrow, we would be heading into the mountainous regions of Demon Island to deal with the cave-dwelling hellhounds, so I meticulously organized my weapons. The battles of the past three days had allowed me to increasingly master the use of my unnamed martial arts techniques and Platinum Glory. A peculiar phenomenon had caught my attention: the silver spike I obtained from Snooker seemed to resonate mysteriously with Platinum Glory. 

Whenever I wielded this weapon, employing the unnamed martial arts caused no unusual occurrences, but when I invoked Platinum Glory, I sensed an intimate connection between this weapon and the power within me, as if they were harmoniously intertwined.

"Wang Lin, I can't shake this unsettling feeling; it seems something is following us!" 

After concluding his meditation, Baijing Zhenfu suddenly spoke to me. I replied coolly, "What could it be? Just Snooker and his companion. They haven't regained their strength yet, so there's no need to worry about a sneak attack from them!" 

I didn't hide the possibility that the bullets might still be alive from my teammates. Milinda and Lilith were aware of their true nature; although I spoke casually, fear still lingered on their faces. Lilith leaned closer to me. Milinda silently gripped her kukri, known colloquially as a dog leg, showing how different their reactions were, yet the tension in their hearts was evident. Only Romi seemed unconcerned. 

After hearing my words, Baijing Zhenfu and Jack instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons, while the Wolf King continued to roar indifferently, "If they show up, I'll send them to heaven once more! Of course, I hope they have enough money to bribe the gatekeeper of heaven rather than getting kicked down to hell!" 

I huffed softly, sweeping my hand in a flourish, and five ethereal claws struck a patch of grass. A beast of unknown origin let out a harrowing howl as it leaped into the air, only to plummet back down, blood spraying in its wake. It had attempted to ambush us but was unfortunate enough to become my lesson to others. 

"Wang Lin! Your abilities seem to be becoming more diverse!" 

Baijing Zhenfu remarked enviously, "The demon-slaying techniques I've been training lean toward battling ghostly entities. It's been a while since we arrived on Demon Island, and I wonder when I'll learn stronger exorcism methods! My growth in combat prowess is slow, and I often feel I'm still too weak!" 

Not wishing to delve into that topic, I redirected the conversation, asking Baijing Zhenfu, "What do you consider the most powerful demon-slaying technique? Surely there are ability cards related to it at the auction house?" 

At the mention of this subject, Baijing Zhenfu's eyes sparkled with fervor as he whispered, "According to the secret records of our family, the most potent demon-slaying technique originates from the Eastern Great Yin-Yang Flow Talisman Sword, capable of slaying all tangible and intangible beings. However, the training methods for this sword have long been lost in the real world; one can only learn this secret technique on Demon Island!" 

Hearing such a convoluted name gave me a headache. Just as I was about to inquire about the powers of this seemingly remarkable technique, a cacophony of wails suddenly intensified around us. 

Jack's pupils dilated, and he murmured, "A horde of night women has emerged to hunt! Let's form a defensive formation!" 

Baijing Zhenfu immediately retreated to the center of the group alongside Lilith and Romi, while I, the Wolf King, Jack, and Milinda took our positions guarding the four directions. Soon, the sky was filled with countless white figures; at least forty to fifty night women descended upon us. 

"Omi… ahhhh!" 

The night women's song resonated through the night, eerie and melodious. These beings, resembling beautiful women, possessed no gender; their bodies were immune to ordinary physical attacks, only susceptible to those infused with spiritual power. 

I had awakened my psychic potential during a struggle with one of the night women, narrowly escaping to the Demon Island Hotel, where Tianhong had saved me. Had I not possessed some high-level psychic bloodline, I would likely have been bitten to death long ago. 

Upon spotting our group of seven, the hungry night women swooped down upon us like famished birds. Raising my hand, I released thirty-three spheres of Holy Light Bullets, my technique having advanced since I last employed them against the giant spider. 

Each Holy Light Bullet contained different inscriptions, with various abilities derived from ancient Hebrew, Saint Iris scriptures, Duran magic talismans, Phoenix Firebird symbols, Isaiah spiritual character symbols, and Max magical script—six unique scripts that could merge with the sacred power birthed by Platinum Glory. I didn't understand the related incantations for these inscriptions; otherwise, the potency of the Holy Light Bullets might have manifested even more peculiar changes. 

This grand display of attack aimed to secure my achievements swiftly. Having already slain twenty-two night women, I still needed over half to meet the training task's requirement of fifty. The urge to accomplish my goal in one fell swoop flooded my mind at that moment. 

However, night women were not to be underestimated; their speed and agility far surpassed those clumsy giant spiders. Most of them flitted and turned mid-air, evading my widespread Holy Light Bullet barrage. Only five or six were unfortunate enough to be caught in the heart of my Holy Light's destructive force. Two night women dodged my first wave of Holy Light Bullets, screeching as they lunged at me, their slender fingers elongating to become razor-sharp claws. 

It seemed a perfect opportunity to test that move. 

"Holy Light Bullets, return to me!" With my psychic control, the twenty-some bullets that had missed their targets suddenly halted mid-air and veered back, moving even faster than when I first launched them!