WHOOSH!
An incredibly sturdy net fell toward Li Wei, intending to trap him within.
Li Wei casually waved his hand, and a sheet of fire appeared in the sky, igniting the net.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
CRACKLE! POP!
In the blink of an eye, the net was burned to nothing by the flames.
Sparks scattered through the air, and ash drifted down.
Covering Li Wei's head in gray.
He shook his head, trying to get the airborne ash off.
He ran a hand through his hair, feeling that some ash still remained.
Li Wei looked around.
The battle was already over.
The robbers who had attacked the trio were bound by thorny vines, lifted high above the rocks, and dripping with blood.
Lilith walked back, leaving only a field of corpses behind her.
The fight had been silent.
The bodies were dead without any visible wounds.
Evelyn arranged the bodies on the rocks, weaving the vines into a rack to hang the corpses in midair, letting them sway in the wind.
