Reborn as a Hatrack in the Mystical Land-Chapter 842 - 92: Losing Control

"With a hissing sound, under the frenzied attack of those two desperadoes, the Thunder Snake gained another wound."

The wound was deep, cutting through the Thunder Snake’s tough skin, and instantly flesh burst open, revealing the white bones inside.

Though the strike landed on the Thunder Snake, it felt as if it hit Shalman herself; her body couldn’t help but tremble.

Shalman forcibly suppressed the anger that seemed ready to burst from her torso, and she quickly retracted the Thunder Snake back into the Beast Taming Ring. As a result, those two Dark Practitioners began to press forward towards her.

At the critical moment, several Dark Practitioners jumped down from the low altitude, among them was one with a cold, handsome face—none other than Fa Xiaoyi.

"Female Beast Tamer, these two fugitives are beyond your ability to resist. Step aside and after we’ve dealt with them, hand over the Merit Ring in your possession," said Fa Xiaoyi, not bothering to look directly at Shalman. In his eyes, the weak were not worth a direct gaze.

Exchanging a dozen Merit Points for her life was already exceedingly generous.

He had thought such rescue would surely be met with gratitude from the other party, but instead, there came an unwavering refusal from behind: "Get lost, they’re mine."

The members of the Martial Arts Team found it amusing; members of the Four Unlikes Team were not only weak but perhaps brainless.

Even at this juncture, wanting to seize the battle honors on one’s own, truly unaware of the imminent death.

Fa Xiaoyi was about to scold further, when his expression sank, sensing something unusual.

The female mercenary, battered and bruised, struggled to stand. In her eyes shot a dazzling light, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

That smile felt very familiar to Fa Xiaoyi—a resemblance of the smile seen on Yue Xiaoqi’s face when faced with adversity, unyielding and determined to fight to the bitter end for dignity.

His heart felt as if gripped by a giant hand.

In such a situation, what would Yue Jinghua do?

Shalman completely ignored Fa Xiaoyi’s astonished gaze; she recalled deeply how Yue Jinghua would react when facing such adversities.

Gently touching a Beast Taming Ring on her finger, Shalman remembered clearly Yue Jinghua’s instructions when giving her this very ring: "This is my Snow Domain Five Herds of Qi Yue. Your spiritual power is weak, not to be used unless absolutely necessary."

This was her trump card, the one Yue Jinghua left for her.

Shalman felt that now was the time to play this trump card.

Her already parched lips broke apart, the color of blood appearing, her pupils contracted, and the Beast Taming Ring emitted a stinging glow.

The temperature of the Firethorn Shrub suddenly dropped, and within this area, snowflakes began to fall.

Amidst the snowflakes appeared the graceful figures of several Shepherdess Snakes carrying an aura of deadly intent; among them were five young women and one elderly Snake Woman.

Through Yue Jinghua’s meticulous care, these once lonely and helpless Snake Women, reduced to survival by life-and-death fights in the Beast Fighting Arena, had undergone transformation.

Each was clad in the Priest Robe of the Snow Domain, emanating an aura that was utterly sacred and inviolable.

Fa Xiaoyi suddenly widened his eyes; he saw a Star Light Array on the foreheads of the newly appeared Shepherdess Snakes—Summoners?

Was this female breeder indeed a Summoner?

If so, the strength of the Four Unlikes Team had been severely underestimated.

The members of the Martial Arts Team were startled too; they hadn’t anticipated such a final counterattack from Shalman, already cornered.

Even if unaware of what Summoners truly were, from their leader’s suddenly changing expression, the members had already sensed something extraordinary.

These semi-human, semi-serpent women appeared delicate, yet exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down spines—they were neither Dark Beasts nor Demon Beasts, but seemed to be pure Holy Beasts.

The scene that followed left the Martial Arts Team even more shocked.

"Kill, leave no one alive," Shalman’s voice was low and bloodthirsty, and a gleam of blood flashed through her eyes.

The elderly Priest was the Old Priest Snake Woman tortured near death by Evil Poison; by relying on Green Liquid, she had recovered eight to nine-tenths of her strength. "Yun Wu, our master entrusted us to care for her dear friend. Assist Miss Shalman."

"Grandma, Yun Wu obeys," replied the beautiful Snake Woman who bore seventy to eighty percent resemblance to Long Rui. She looked at those two Dark Practitioners with only disdain.

These fugitives, emitting Evil Qi and full of vulgar stares, reminded her of the Demon Clan who slaughtered her people in the Snow Domain.

"Snow Goddess, grant us the snowstorm, shatter all vile and unclean things," Yun Wu chanted, and the remaining four female priests followed suit in chanting.

Soon, the exceptionally clear sky was overshadowed by clouds, and mere sporadic snowflakes began to fall like feathers.

The snowflakes were crystal clear, appearing as soft as feathers with seemingly no lethality.

"These women’s tricks, handle them all together," the two Dark Practitioners had already started contemplating retreat upon seeing the Martial Arts Team. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

But they hadn’t expected the Female Dark Practitioner to desperately intervene.

A group of Dark Practitioners armed with Demon Beasts must not be underestimated.

"Just a bunch of females, take them all together," the eyes of the two fugitive Dark Practitioners flashed with malice, their movements quick as leopards, charging forward.

But before they could get close,

those snowflakes in midair transformed into rotating snow wheels.

One by one, the small snow wheels under the blazing light turned like rapidly spinning blades, though formed from ice and snow, their lethality was shocking—their mere presence caused skin to split open.

Instead of snow wheels, they were clearly wheels of blood intent on claiming lives.

By the time the two Dark Practitioners realized the danger of these snow wheels, they were already trapped within the circle of blood wheels, and it was too late to escape.

"For each wound you’ve created on the Thunder Snake, I’ll carve the same number on you," Shalman smiled thinly.

"Slash, slash, slice," just like trapped beasts in a cage, those Dark Practitioners could do nothing as the snow wheels sliced through the blood vessels on their bodies.

The battle was utterly brutal—it was a complete massacre.

The members of the Martial Arts Team watched with a sore throat and icy chills rising beneath their feet.

After a bout of killing, the snowflakes vanished, leaving only two lifeless bodies on the ground.

Almost simultaneously, having drained her spiritual power, Shalman collapsed to the ground, her strength gone.