Hua Yan let out a sharp yell, retreating calmly. The wand in her hands began to emit a dazzling magic glow. When it condensed into a bright point, it shot out like a laser towards the pesky specter.
"Beam Strike!"
Unknown to her, after exhausting all her skills, both the hellhound and the centennial specter had entered a weakened state, entirely different from their full-power status; they were at their limits. The specter watched helplessly as the laser hit it. It had no strength to resist and, honoring its duty, it succumbed to death.
Having successfully hit her target, Hua Yan didn't linger. She continued to run and put distance between herself and the hellhound. The wand in her hands turned flamy, and she launched a "Fireball".
Just then, a burning piece of paper came sailing towards her. It caught her off-guard and stuck to her face.
Well, it didn't matter to me whether you were male or female, pretty or ugly. If you went against me, you'd get a face full of burning paper!
