Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

The celestial flames flickered, casting a red glow across the sky.

In the canyon between two mountains, members of opposing factions were engaged in a fierce battle. The sounds of bullets and explosions were incessant. At the back of the northern valley, rolling fireballs, five meters in diameter, slowly ascended into the night sky, radiating waves of heat.

Below, red-robed members raised their unique magical staffs towards the fireballs, chanting and casting spells, causing the fireballs to burn more intensely.

Flame Torch Staff [Excellence Condensation Bead level]: Its appearance resembles a hollow torch, with an empty cavity extending to the handle. When grasped, magic power flows through the staff's internal patterns, forming a special array. Inside, colorless fusing 'Rolling Flame Particles' are generated. These particles are then activated by the device at the top of the staff, temporarily stabilized, and released into the external space for use in various rituals or attack spells.

About twenty red-robed members, holding 'Flame Torch Staffs', completed their preparations and raised their staffs, from which orange-red particles like mist surged out, gathering towards the sky.

Tiny flaming vortices absorbed these particles, generating expanding fireballs.

When around sixty rolling fireballs appeared in the night sky, the entire canyon was illuminated as if it were daytime. The gradually wafting heat waves turned the mountain grasses yellow, wisps of smoke rose, and the air began to shimmer, distorting the view.

Facing such a situation, the opposing faction began to retreat.

"Trying to escape? But it's too late." A seductive woman in red lifted her head, revealing the blonde curls under her hood. She waved her Flame Torch Staff once more, and the fireballs in the sky seemed to lock onto their targets, rushing downward.

The intensely bright fireballs dove through the mountains, trailing thick smoke and scorch marks, catching up with the fleeing opponents.

During this, some Autonomous Units flew up, attempting to block the diving fireballs, but bullets could not disrupt the fireballs' structure. Shields that were constructed crumbled upon contact. Soon, these Autonomous Units turned into burning scrap metal, vanishing in the erupting flames of the fireballs.

Opposing these red-robed figures was the Star Cluster to which Shui Yanqing belonged. Their individual strength was comparable to that of the enemy, and although some were fortified with special Divine Protection, enhancing their combat prowess considerably, the members of the Red Flame Cluster outnumbered them. Initially, they could hold their ground, but the rise of 'Rolling Flame Fireballs' began to tip the balance.

Blazing fireballs whooshed across the night sky, hurtling down with suffocating heat waves. Those Auxiliary Autonomous Units that couldn't evade in time were instantly melted, turning into scattered sparks and ashes. Other isolated members, though not burned to death, were scorched in the intense firelight and fell, charred, eliminated from the fray.

After this battle, the Star Cluster Shui Yanqing belonged to lost fifteen members, severely weakening their strength. Faced with the pursuit of the Red Flame Cluster, they were forced to repeatedly abandon positions and retreat.

...

On the fifth day, surrounded in their stronghold, Shui Yanqing once again faced the Red Flame Cluster under Prin's command.

They stood on the ridge, lined up, overlooking the 'Wings of Water' Star Cluster stationed in the valley below.

At this moment, the entire valley was submerged in water. Under the manipulation of the underground stronghold's array, these waters constructed a sturdy circulatory barrier, like a dome, covering the valley below.

From the mountaintop, Prin stepped out, holding a small Ruby Scepter, its multifaceted gemstone emitting a wavering red glow, stirring the surrounding space.

Even without familiarity, one could guess this must be a powerful artifact, seemingly a recent acquisition of the Red Flame Cluster.

"The water barrier below is very sturdy. Our previous attempts to stop the 'Rolling Flame Beads' bombardment couldn't break it." A blonde beauty at the side of the petite songstress reported.

"I know. Today, I'm here for this." Prin's fiery red eyes swept over the water-encircled barrier below, her lips curling slightly.

"Stubborn resistance indeed."

"Though we are on good terms usually, holding back in a competition is self-deceptive." As she said this, an invisible ripple spread downward. Prin knew Shui Yanqing must be able to hear.

"Since the greetings are done, let's begin." She first took a deep breath, then held the scepter horizontally in front of her, slowly closing her eyes.

"Heavenly Prayer Secret Art: Sky-Scorching City Incineration"

Peculiar curses flowed from her mouth like a song. As time passed, waves of hot wind blew in from all directions, gathering above the valley into a faint orange-red tornado.

In just a few seconds, everyone standing on the ridge felt as if they had stepped into the hottest days of summer. That stifling heat seeped into their bodies silently from every corner, leaving no escape, scorching them intensely.

Fortunately, all present were High Rank Extraordinary Ones, not likely to faint from heat alone, but sweat poured down regardless.

With time passing further, Prin opened her eyes, her hand gently releasing the Ruby Scepter she held horizontally, letting the wind lift her cloak and short hair, dancing in the air.

The ruby at the scepter's tip flashed, and Prin raised it, a thin red line piercing the sky, vanishing in an instant.

While others were curious and puzzled, the once blue sky suddenly dimmed, transitioning from noon to the golden dusk moment in an instant.