Chapter 544 - 542: Old Nemesis

"Why are you alone?"

The boatman who calls himself the Nether River Boatman looked clearly at Hilia on the shore and was stunned.

"Will you ferry just one person?" Hilia crossed her arms.

If memory serves, the Nether River Boatman actually belongs to the Dusk Sect.

Since they haven’t left, it means the Dusk Sect is still active inside.

Since I’m here, I might as well destroy all the Dusk Sect’s strongholds. Perhaps the root cause of the pollution anomaly in the Dusk Town area is the Dusk Sect’s headquarters?

The Nether River Boatman hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Guiding the beings yearning for the other shore is indeed our duty. Get on board."

Hilia jumped onto the boat and tossed over a Gold Coin.

The Nether River Boatman caught it and slowly rocked the double oars. The small boat pushed through the waves, heading toward the opposite shore.

This time, Hilia didn’t do anything to the Nether River Boatman.

It’s not good to alert the enemy prematurely.

After safely reaching the opposite shore, Hilia looked ahead at the road stretching into the mist and then to the side, the area where the ghosts reside.

"Speaking of which, I wonder if the Ghost Fruits have matured. I should go check."

Hilia swiftly entered the nearby dense forest and soon arrived at the place where the Ghost Fruits were located, seeing the Ghost Fruit Tree laden with many fruits.

At this moment, a powerful ghost was guarding under the tree. Hilia saw it reaching out its small hand to touch a Ghost Fruit, saliva seemingly dripping from the corner of its mouth.

Seeing this, Hilia didn’t hold back, went up and gave it a good thrashing, and contentedly placed all the Ghost Fruits into her Space Ring.

Oh, seeing the pitiful expression of the little ghost, she thought for a moment and left behind one unripe Ghost Fruit before floating away.

"Oh dear, I actually left one fruit for it. I’m so kind."

Hilia hummed.

Rose glanced at the sole fruit on the Ghost Fruit Tree and fell into contemplation.

This girl, has her definition of kindness started to skew?

The Ghost Fruit was just a small episode.

Hilia returned to the avenue, proceeded along the avenue, and soon arrived at a heretical stronghold resembling a small village.

"If I remember correctly, isn’t this the place I came to last time?"

Hilia’s eyes lit up as she quietly approached, then quickly dismantled the stronghold’s Array, feeling a bit disappointed: "They don’t have the self-destruct function anymore. How could they abandon such a good tradition?"

"Not only has the self-destruct gone, but the Array also can’t confine people inside. People inside can casually come out, there isn’t even any offensive ability left, only a protective function remains."

The girl pursed her lips, somewhat regretful.

Just as she was wondering whether to raze the heretic stronghold directly, a voice came from behind.

"Who are you?"

Hilia turned her head and saw a familiar figure staring at her, slowly walking over.

"Suna?"

Hilia was surprised to see the newcomer, who was indeed Suna, previously made to lose her memory by Vera of the Polar Blood Alliance in the Northern Alliance.

"You know me?"

Suna frowned, feeling the ordinary-looking girl in front of her seemed somewhat familiar.

Hilia rolled her eyes, subtly modified her Disguise Skill, then took out her Magic Staff, watchfully summoning a Magic Puppet, preparing for battle.

Suna stood a few meters away from Hilia, about to say something, when her eyes suddenly narrowed.

"I remember you, you’re that little boy I met in Kost City."

Her eyes squinted slightly.

Hilia chuckled: "I didn’t expect your memory to come back, what a pity."

Suna was about to say something, suddenly paused, "How do you know I’ve had memory loss?"

"Take a guess?"

Hilia grabbed her Flying Broom and flew swiftly into the stronghold.

Soon after, before Suna could enter, the Array of the stronghold was activated, forming a barrier to stop her advance.

The familiar control of the Array slowly reminded her of her old memories she’d rather forget.

The ’little boy’ in front of her wasn’t Mier, but their images began to overlap.

She suddenly recalled the abnormalities she noticed when she first met ’Mier’.

Back then, she had suspected whether ’Mier’ was truly Mier.

Later, in the Northern Alliance, due to memory loss, she had spent some time with the real Mier.

Mier’s attitude and reactions were entirely different from that of the brazen intruder in the stronghold who disregarded her as a fourth-tier.

At that moment, Hilia reawakened her memories, rapidly merging the image of the past destroyer of the stronghold with Hilia’s current disguise.

Suna’s fury skyrocketed.

Black flame engulfed her fists.

"Trying to run? Can you escape this time?!"

Boom!

A fist slammed against the protective Array of the stronghold, drawing the attention of everyone inside.

The guards in the stronghold rushed over, stunned seeing Suna as the attacker.

"Lady Suna, you..."

"Quick, open the Array, there’s an intruder in the stronghold." Suna said coldly.

Speaking simultaneously, she continued to pound the Array.

The strength of the stronghold’s Array wasn’t high, and under her furious assault, it soon showed signs of wear and began to teeter.

Inside henchmen heard her, rushed to report back, only to receive the news that it couldn’t be opened.

"Ugh, useless bunch, hurry and find that little boy!" Suna snorted angrily.

Boom!

The Array developed a crack.

Her assault quickly spread throughout the stronghold, mobilizing everyone upon learning of the intruder.

Someone shouted, "Found him, the boy is in the center of the village," prompting everyone to converge on the village center.

Boom boom boom!

Suna’s violent punches pounded heavily on the Array barrier.

The cracks in the barrier grew larger until suddenly.

Pop!

With a light sound, it shattered.

Suna didn’t hesitate and rushed straight into the stronghold, quickly reaching the center.

Seeing the scene at the center, she was dumbfounded.

Everyone kept their forward charging postures, frozen in place.

People leaned forward from all directions, seemingly worshipping the petite figure in the middle.

Hilia looked up at Suna and smiled lightly: "So slow."

Suna was uncertain, "You..."

Hilia chuckled: "Why, am I not allowed to reach the fourth-tier just because you are?"

Suna’s gaze quickly stabilized.

Black flames blazed fiercely on her body.

"Really? Then let me see if you truly have the strength of the fourth-tier."

She summoned a Magic Puppet, then charged toward Hilia.

Hilia raised her Magic Staff, dropping a spell like a large bell along her path.

Ice Shield Skill, but reversed Ice Shield Skill.

Clang!

Suna slammed her fist on the Ice Shield Skill, creating a cobweb crack.

But as she was about to continue striking, she suddenly paused.

The mark she had made quickly restored itself upon retracting her fist, returning to its original state.

"The spell mending at fourth-tier is much more efficient."

Hilia smiled lightly.