Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 343 - 341: Battle -1

How ironic.

Just yesterday, she had treated Lana as an enemy.

And now... Lana had rushed here to save her.

’Maybe... she was never wrong. Maybe it was my own actions that pushed her away.’

Her gaze shifted toward the unstable mass of mystic energy forming in Lana’s hand, its shape flickering and distorting as though it might shatter at any second.

Then she looked at the man beneath the cloak.

Tan. Her partner. Her boyfriend.

And now... a GA member who wanted her dead.

A strange fire ignited in Shelley’s chest, equal parts grief and fury.

’So this is what we meant to you? Nothing more than ants?’

With a sharp cry, she thrust her sword toward Tan’s heart. Tan casually deflected the strike and retaliated, his palm redirecting power straight toward Lana.

Shelley’s pupils shrank.

She tried to form a mystic sphere to intercept it, but she was too slow.

Compared to Tan, she was painfully weak. He was a prodigy, an overachiever among mystical cultivators. Someone like him could crush Lana effortlessly.

The next instant, Tan hurled a blazing sphere of mystic energy toward Lana.

Shelley’s heart stopped.

Not because the attack shot forward like lightning, nearly colliding with Lana...

But because something impossible happened.

The sword Lana was never supposed to create... materialized.

It formed completely, its blade shimmering with unstable yet terrifying power, and shot forward to meet the incoming attack.

The mystic sphere burst apart like a fragile bubble.

The sword did not stop.

It continued flying straight toward Tanner.

Tanner clearly had never believed such a thing could happen. Shock flashed across his face a second before the blade slammed into his chest.

He was thrown backward, crashing onto the ground nearly ten meters away, the sheer force carving a trail through the stone beneath him.

Shelley stared, stunned, at Lana.

Lana stood there as well, equally shocked, staring at her own hands.

Shelley could only think one thing.

’What the hell... How did she do that?’

In the entire history of mystical cultivation, no one had materialized a mystic sword on their first attempt. Such feats were reserved for those far above Heaven rank.

And yet Lana had done it.

At that moment, Shelley’s respect for her rose uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Mr. Crow was rushing frantically through the chaos. After dealing with as many wandering spirits as he could, he finally spotted Axel locked in battle nearby.

"Axel!" Mr. Crow called out as he reached him. "You need to hear this... Lana... she..."

He quickly explained what Lana had done.

Axel’s expression darkened with fury. He was able to understand Mr. Crow because of the language bracelet he possessed.

"This girl..." he muttered, clenching his fists.

"Why can’t she understand? Even if people die here, her involvement will not change the outcome. What does she think she is? Some kind of Batman? Does she believe she has a trump card?"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

But beneath that anger was something else.

Concern.

Because for the first time in years, he had found someone who shared his path, someone who carried the same blood and burdens as he did.

Someone who made him feel that he was no longer alone.

Someone who felt like family.

After finally finding her again... after regaining someone who felt like the only proof that he was not alone in this world... the mere thought of losing her drove Axel nearly insane.

The idea clawed at his chest.

’If she dies...’

For a fleeting second, a violent impulse surged through him.

He wanted to tear this entire world apart.

He wanted to crush every structure, every rule, every hidden mastermind who dared to orchestrate such a disaster.

His rage toward the GA members deepened into something venomous.

’If they so much as harm a single strand of her hair... I will kill every last one of them.’

As that thought settled, the air around him began to thicken.

The negative energy swirling through the campus intensified, heavy and suffocating, carrying the metallic scent of blood and the chilling odor of decaying resentment.

Only then did Axel understand. Earlier, he couldn’t understand why many people were being killed.

Even if the GA member wanted to kill them, they should have directly done so... why go through the trouble of involving beauty cream?

Now he knew... the cream... can control death. The mastermind can kill students together at the same time and place to accumulate death energy.

Just the death energy wouldn’t mean much, but... if a formation is involved, everything would change...

The formation had been activated.

Because of his experience, he immediately recognized the signs. This amount of negative energy was not accidental. It was being harvested.

’A ghost portal...’

In ancient texts, it was clearly recorded that opening a ghost portal required a death formation.

A death formation demanded sacrifice.

When one hundred or more lives were extinguished within a designated boundary, the accumulated resentment and death energy could tear open the veil between realms.

And once that portal opened... An army of ghosts would flood in.

To sustain it, there had to be a constant supply of death energy for at least half an hour.

Axel clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned pale.

He glanced at the principal Wayne and vice principal Bella, who were still fighting desperately alongside the teachers.

As a high-level mystical cultivator, he should have stayed to support them.

But compared to all of them... Lana mattered more.

He turned to Mr. Crow.

"Go to her. Now."

Mr. Crow nodded without hesitation and rushed off.

Meanwhile, Lana and Shelley continued fighting. Because of Lana’s earlier strike, the battle had shifted in their favor.

Tan was already unconscious, his chest rising faintly as blood stained his cloak.

Lana, however, felt hollow.

Her mystic energy had been nearly drained. Her limbs trembled, and her vision blurred at the edges.

’I cannot collapse now.’

She pulled out several intermediate-level restoration talismans.

As she activated them, warm energy flowed back into her meridians, restoring roughly thirty percent of her strength.

It was not much, but it was enough.