In the distant forest of the Defense Hospital, a middle-aged man in a black coat slowly removed his hat. He calmly exhaled a thick plume of smoke while watching the aftermath of the clash near the hospital.
"I understand now, brother. Rest in peace!" As his voice faded, rustling leaves fell like colorful butterflies. Amidst the flurry, his silhouette dissolved into butterflies and disappeared.
"For killing an enemy above your level, reward: 1,000 experience points, 50 skill points."
The moment the elite demon—who had appeared suddenly—was killed, a system prompt sounded in Wang Lan's mind. Concurrently, the ripple effects from the battle outside the ward exploded once again.
Electric arcs flashed, and the wind howled mournfully. Between He MingXue and the wind-attribute demon, it was unclear who had the upper hand. Wind could counter lightning, but He MingXue's fire attribute could also suppress wind.
