A series of surprise attacks, Vasilina teamed up with Aimou, briefly pushing back these Elite Bloodthirsters, but it was just that—pushing back.

Derby hid behind the Elite Bloodthirsters, ghostly red light flickering in his eyes, corresponding to the Bloodthirsters as if protected by some force, beginning further transformation.

The Alchemy Device roared with noise, scorching waste gas spewed out from the pipelines, deep red liquid surged inside the infusion tubes, indistinguishable whether this was some Alchemy Potion or searing blood.

The Bloodthirsters' bodies expanded once more, squeezing the already limited space in the corridor, forming a flesh wall, completely surrounding the two.

Vasilina's heart sank, she could clearly see, the wounds carved out by Aimou on the Bloodthirsters were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Bloodthirsters shouldn't have such regenerative abilities.

A strange sound came from behind a shattered window ledge, followed by a gigantic hand grasping the edge, sharp claws piercing into the brick.

The Elite Bloodthirster wasn't knocked down from the high wall by Vasilina; on the way down, he spread his claws, controlled his descent, and climbed back up again.

"This isn't something we can solve."

Aimou's voice echoed in Vasilina's mind, unwilling to admit this fact, but Vasilina nodded with difficulty, signaling agreement.

Currently, both of them were just First Stage Condensers, not adept at direct combat, with slim chances against these Elite Bloodthirsters. Not to mention the lurking Derby.

Vasilina comforted, "Delay time, reinforcements will come eventually."

Vasilina was certain Derby's appearance here wasn't a coincidence, knowing the Wind Cellar was nearby; retreating and leaving Derby to enter the Wind Cellar would have unimaginable consequences.

No time to think too much, Elite Bloodthirsters' eyes showed similar red flashes, metallic claws scraping against each other, creating a harsh, grating sound.

Vasilina clenched her fist, dense tracks of light covered her right arm, light gathering like pulsating water, eventually converging on her fist.

"Help me out!"

"Alright!"

Aimou unleashed his own Ether completely, compensating for Vasilina's physical weakness, elevating their Ether strength to its peak.

Elite Bloodthirsters tensed their muscles, directed their armored parts towards Vasilina, preparing to withstand her next heavy punch.

Seeing their response, Vasilina just sneered and then smashed her heavy fist into the ground.

Though Vasilina never lived within the Mountain Ridge, nor was truly one of the Philrads, under Fuen's persuasion and having Palmer as a fiancé, the Philrads finally relented, allowing Vasilina to implant the Philrads' Alchemy Matrix within the Fortress of the Morning Wind.

Secret Energy·Wild Heart.

Unlike many Secret Energies from ascension sects causing bodily deformities, the Wild Heart doesn't affect form; it simply grants Condensers raw power, conquering every powerful adversary with absolute might.

As Fuen stated, the wild essence isn't just a descriptor for the Philrads; they genuinely possess terrifying power, no complicated effects, just unparalleled strength.

Under Aimou's enhancement, this should be the heaviest punch Vasilina could deliver at this stage, the entire building trembled with the impact, cracks spread across the ground, and in the next second, it collapsed swiftly downward.

Lacking ground support, Elite Bloodthirsters collided chaotically, amidst the chaos, some tried to attack Vasilina, but she had already leaped high, climbing along the wall's edge, distancing herself as much as possible.

Among the collapsing rubble, Derby focused intently on Vasilina's figure, unaware of the Shared Chord Body's nature, yet he could keenly sense that both were merely First Stage Condensers.

Derby leaped backwards, avoiding the cascading debris, stepping into the safe zone, then leaned against the corner, his pitch-black robe seemingly alive, convulsing violently, enveloping Derby's body, and then his figure blurred, merging with the shadow behind.

An iron chain snapped upward from the gap below, its pointed head piercing the ceiling, and before Vasilina could make her next move, the chain straightened, dragging a menacing silhouette back into the fractured corridor.

To deal with varying battle scenarios, Derby prepared various types of Elite Bloodthirsters.

The chain retrieved the rough, mottled pointed head, which was clutched in the Bloodthirsters' hand, used as a blunt weapon in combat, as for the leaping Bloodthirster, his frame was considerably smaller than other Bloodthirsters, lacking excessive armor, only protected at vital parts.

Slender sharp steel claws scraped against the ground, the upper half of the Bloodthirster's face shielded by steel, revealing only an ugly maw.

"Damn it... that guy's gone!"

Vasilina suddenly noticed Derby's disappearance; despite exhausting all means to delay time, she couldn't stop Derby's actions.

Utilizing the Bloodthirsters as obstructions, Derby sneaked into the shadows, advancing towards the Wind Cellar.

"He... he's in that direction!"

While the eye couldn't locate Derby, Aimou relied on his sharp Ethereal Perception to roughly discern Derby's position.

Vasilina attempted to chase, but her path was blocked by the Bloodthirsters; to stop Derby, she had to first break through the Bloodthirsters' barrier.

Break through?

Vasilina smirked bitterly; to say nothing of breaking through, whether she could survive their siege was still unknown.

No matter how lowly their lineage, these creatures were Domination Objects of the Negative Power User.

The Bloodthirster first launched an attack, shattering the calm, using his lightweight armor for rapid movement, like a flash of scarlet lightning.

Vasilina withdrew instinctively, then the pointed head smashed into the ground before her, shattering it, and this was just the beginning, the stench of blood flew towards her, a sharp claw slicing at Vasilina from the side.

No time to defend, Vasilina could already imagine herself torn apart, indeed she was too overstrained, yet she couldn't persuade herself to stand idle.

A nameless fury burned within Vasilina's heart, even with death looming, she clenched her fist tightly.

"Do what you must!"

Aimou's voice rang out, Canyin's brilliance soared, a black arm stretched out, using itself as a shield, protecting Vasilina's flank.

The sharp claw struck Aimou's arm, even with the protection of Iron-Repelling Paint, the Alchemy alloy arm showed white cracks and dented slightly, yet Aimou at least blocked this strike.

Simultaneously, Vasilina successfully landed a heavy punch, enhanced by dense Ether, punching the Bloodthirster's elbow, crushing the bone through flesh.

A piercing wail erupted, the Bloodthirster's claw arm drooped down, he attempted to continue his assault but Vasilina turned and crashed through a side wall, leaping towards the space behind the high wall.

In her descent, Vasilina saw the ferocious figures behind the shattered window; originally only one Bloodthirster came to hinder her, while the rest followed Derby, advancing towards the Wind Cellar.

Vasilina grabbed onto the window ledge to halt her fall, now she had two choices: continue to impede Derby—a move nearly impossible to succeed due to the vast Tier gap between her and Derby, and the numerous Overlords at his disposal.

The other choice is to retreat; Vasilina was familiar with the terrain of the Fortress of the Morning Wind. As long as she wished to flee, these Bloodthirsters wouldn't be able to stop her, especially with Aimou's boost.

Without words, Aimou, through the Shared Chord Body, sensed Vasilina's vague thoughts, thereby suggesting.

"Do you trust me?"

"Trust?" Vasilina smiled in reply, "Though we haven't known each other for long, I think I can absolutely trust you."

The mind fell silent for a few seconds, Aimou similarly smiled and answered, "As he said, we've been through thick and thin as dear brothers."

"He?"

Aimou didn't have the intention to explain, instead directly reciting to Vasilina his straightforward plan.

Vasilina briefly contemplated, her heart raced fiercely, it had been long since she felt this tense.

Holding onto the window ledge, she flipped back into the corridor, sprinting down the hallway, quickly closing in on Derby's position.

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