"Now, can you finally shut up?" The small demon Turing, wrapped in red lava and earth armor, kicked away the water curtain created by the witch.

The force of the kick also hit the witch herself, slamming her into the gear-turned green onion tree.

The witch was hit so hard that she coughed up blood, reaching out to touch her wound. The tree, on the other hand, remained intact, including its branches and leaves.

"I didn't expect this little tree to be so sturdy."

"What was the witch using it for?"

Turing suddenly raised his hand and chanted a spell towards the witch leaning against the tree, but all that formed on Turing's hand was a violent mist, nothing else.

"If we only rely on physical attacks, it seems we will be caught in a prolonged battle."

"Although it seems like I can't use magic, I haven't actually used all my strength yet. Do you want to try?"

"Cough...What are you hesitating for?" The witch held her wound with her hand, struggling to stand up.

"If it was your mother standing here, she would have acted long ago." The witch sneered, a hint of mockery in her smile, loudly addressing Turing.

"How dare you mention my mother?!" Turing's eyes flashed with a dangerous light. He raised his right hand into a claw shape, and a fierce whirlwind, accompanied by steam, erupted from his hand.

"Mother is always right, mother is always stronger and better than me..."

"Why? Why is mother always so perfect?"

"I will make you die without a burial ground!" Turing's voice trembled hoarsely through his mask. Steam continued to rise from his palm, the high-pitched sound of the steam becoming more intense, making people doubt whether Turing's petite body could withstand such pressure.

"The water of the deep blue sea, can cleanse my crown; the water of the muddy blue sea, can cleanse my feet."

"Tidal Grip."

Countless water pillars extended from under the witch's skirt, and at the end of each water pillar, a small hand formed, all violently sweeping towards Turing.

Curbs, fire hydrants, road signs, anything that stood between Turing and the witch, when touched by the water arm of the witch, shattered immediately.

These water arms kept piercing into Turing, piece by piece of earth-colored armor cracked, but Turing stood steadfastly in place, unmoving.

The water arms continued to emerge from under the witch's skirt, attacking Turing without stopping, and it looked like the armor was about to be torn apart by the numerous azure arms.

"Puh!" A crisp explosion sounded, and the mist on Turing's body suddenly spread ferociously, even causing a small explosion. Finally, a spark appeared on the palm of Turing.

"Incandescent spiral." With that same terrifying energy, that unparalleled power, the familiar spiral once again gathered in Turing's palm.

Turing violently waved the spiral spear in his hand, immediately shattering all the water flowing on his body. A profound sense of penetration condensed between Turing's eyebrows.

A red tornado rose violently around Turing, keeping the posture of throwing a javelin. The spiral arrow seemed to pierce through the stars, and with burning vigor, it destroyed every piece of land between the witch and Turing.

The previously domineering water arms did not even have time to release steam before they were devoured by the orange storm, entangling into a mess.

"Ah, you really resemble your child..." Amidst the raging winds, the witch's muttering voice was like a lullaby from a mother in the deep night, as if with just a momentary distraction, the faint melody would be engulfed by the darkness.

The violent fire passed through everything, including the indifferent witch and the unnoticed little tree, as if they were about to be crushed into powder under the pressure of an apocalyptic prelude.

Some things were even decomposed before they had a chance to be burned, shattered by the impact before they had a chance to be decomposed. The so-called witch's hell-like atrocity disappeared into ashes.In the cold wind, Turing, whose armor was almost completely shattered, stood still, shivering from the intense temperature changes.

"Huh...huh...huh, looks like he's dead, that slick-tongued guy," Turing gasped for breath and walked forward to inspect the situation.

"What's the matter with this tree?" Suddenly, the surrounding ground had been completely lifted up for three or four layers, but on the side of the little tree, it and the ground under its feet remained unscathed.

Turing released the magical supply to the armor on his body, and the earth-colored pieces of armor fell off him like real chunks of soil.

Turing approached the little tree and carefully examined its appearance. Rather than a tree, it was more like a stone carving of a tree. Although the little tree seemed intact from a distance, through Turing's meticulous observation, it was found that the leaves and branches were indeed slightly damaged compared to before.

"It's not an exaggeration to call this the hardest substance in the world... Huh?" Turing, while marveling at the strange tree, suddenly discovered something strange from the gap between the leaves, where the witch had been standing before.

"What is this?" Turing walked over and a large amount of watery liquid splashed onto the scorched earth floor.

"Wasn't the high temperature from before enough to evaporate this liquid?" Turing reached out his hand and touched a bit of the liquid on his index finger, feeling its composition.

"Is this the witch's blood? It actually contains such a high concentration of magical elements."

"Her blood is so pure that even my flames cannot evaporate it."

"Let's deal with it quickly to avoid trouble in the future." Just as Turing thought of this, he looked at the remaining puddle on the ground, only to find that it had gradually sunk completely into the ground.

"What?" Turing exclaimed. In a hurry, he reached out to where the puddle had been, and only then did he realize that there was not a drop of water left.

"The magical power actually moved on its own... that means there is something that requires magic power, attracting it."

"Is it a magic circle?"

"The three elements of magic... magic circle, incantation, and materials."

"Incantation is necessary for any kind of magic."

"But the magic circle is not."

"For simple magic, a mage can draw the magic circle in their mind. For complex magic, the magic circle must be drawn."

"Similarly, materials are optional for simple magic, but essential for particularly complex magic."

"Other than my mother, I have never seen anyone exempted from these magic rules."

"In that case... is there a hidden magic circle here? So the magic power is being absorbed uncontrollably." Turing looked left and right, although he couldn't see anything, the slightly trembling magical power in the air gave Turing a sense of danger.

"If we talk about the speed at which the magic power was absorbed just now."

"Countless amounts of magic power have already been absorbed while I was lazily checking the little tree."

"That woman has so much magic power?"

"No, no, no, the key question is, what kind of magic requires this much magical power?" Turing half knelt beside the little tree, lost in thought.