The speed of a master-level powerhouse is ridiculously fast, and the Ranger is a warrior class known for its ultra-fast explosive speed, and when the two are combined, it creates that kind of instantaneous killing power that is extremely fast and like a silent breeze.

Zola's shot was so fast, coupled with the surprise effect of the sudden attack, the adjutant next to her didn't have time to react to what was happening, until his head and neck were separated, and the adjutant's face even maintained the arrogant look of rushing up and punk and the others, but his head had already slowly fallen in midair.

Until death suddenly came, this official-level warrior did not make a single resistance or exclamation, and under the sneak attack of the master-level powerhouse, the fall of the adjutant was only in an instant.

After killing his official-level adjutant, the remaining group of sect members who were generally at the rank of apprentice were naturally slaughtered, only to see Zola's blood-colored long whip dancing gently, and a flash of knife light flew through the air at great speed, along with the breeze and yang flame being cut apart, as well as the heads of dozens of sect members full of surprise and puzzle.

"They always like to call me "Beheading Queen" in private, and to be honest, I don't really like such unbeautiful nicknames, but ...... Now that I think about it, I suddenly feel that what they described is actually quite apt."

The light, fast-moving pace dodged all the blood that rained down, Zola's long red hair squinting in the scorching air.

"Okay, the rubbish that got in the way has been solved, can we talk about it, of course, remind the knight brother, just talk here, and save time in bed for more interesting things."

With a casual flick of the long whip in his hand, a few drops of bright red blood were immediately thrown to the sand by the female ranger and disappeared without a trace.

For a master-level powerhouse, it is too easy to kill so many apprentice-level professionals, and one move is enough to kill with one blow, just the death of a group of low-level professionals is not shocking, but Zola's words at this time made Punk and Kane both silent.

Of course, compared to the female ranger's slightly frivolous words, the dozens of heads neatly falling behind her also have a unique background effect.

"Hey, hey, hey, Uncle Ben heard me right, did you guys give up interesting battles and plan to negotiate, really, you Nightmare Sect guys have also learned to negotiate?Please~ Don't be some boring conspiracy, Uncle Ben is looking forward to a hearty battle"!

Forking the riding gun on the ground and taking a step forward, Kane's eyes began to become aggressive, and the punk standing next to Kane obviously did not have the slightest intention of letting down his vigilance, and in the face of an enemy of the level of a master powerhouse, no matter how careful he was, it was not too careful.

Seeing Punk and Kane's wary appearance, Zola sighed slightly and then helplessly dispersed the fighting energy fluctuations around her, and then she threw the long whip to the ground and raised her hands behind her head:

"I'll surrender!, can you listen to me now, I'm now equivalent to betraying the Nightmare Sect, killing this group of sects is a bit of a resignation, and I won't hide any information about the Nightmare Sect in the future, so can I ask the spellcaster to put away the spell in his hand for the time being?"

Looking at the lilac light spots in Punk's hand with a little fear, Zola whispered his request helplessly.

Looking at Zola's wry face, Punk couldn't help but squint:

"Why? Why didn't you surrender without a fight? Why did you come here? Finally...... Why did you betray the Nightmare Sect, although you were quite decisive, but ...... Just a swarm of ants isn't a nominee, you know what I mean."

The cold voice in Punk's mouth was as full of intimidation as ever, and with his pupils that shimmered with azure brilliance, Punk, who was an eighteenth-level spellcaster, brought an extremely terrifying oppressive force to everyone at this moment.

On the other hand, Kane did not relax his vigilance and looked at the enemy at all, after all, this kind of thing has to be guarded against at any time, not to mention that Zola is still standing outside the punk magic trap at this time, and just dissipating the fighting spirit and throwing away the weapon is not enough to make a master powerhouse lose his combat effectiveness.

Compared to Zola's behavior, her answer to the punk question is the most important thing now, I believe that as long as her answer is a little wrong, the punk spell and Kane's charge will definitely explode instantly, the two of them are not good men and women, and it is the basic quality of every person who puts interests first to kill rather than let go!

In the face of the spellcaster and knight who are ready to attack at any time, a drop of sweat slowly flows from Zola's forehead, even if she is also a master-level powerhouse, but at the same time facing the two monsters of Punk and Kane, the female ranger is still under too much pressure.

"Well, I'll just answer these three questions one by one."

Knowing that the next answer was crucial, Zola quickly restrained the usual frivolity in his tone and became serious:

"There are two main reasons why I surrendered without a fight, first of all, I don't want to die, I can feel that both of them are above me, and there are a lot of magic traps in this town, if I fight here, I feel that my chances of escaping are probably very slim!

On the other hand............"

Speaking of this, Zola swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said solemnly:

"It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to meet two strong men, this is an opportunity to overthrow the Nightmare Sect, if it were the two of you, maybe it would be possible to push that damn old man off the altar and wipe out this hateful Nightmare Sect once and for all!

As for why I came here............"

Saying this, the corners of Zola's mouth hooked up with an inexplicable self-deprecation:

"On the one hand, I heard the news of the death of Cullon, the nasty sheep-headed shaman, and went to investigate, and on the other hand, I ...... I did expect to find the strong man who killed that shaman, and it seems that I was lucky that I found it".

Finally, with a slight polite smile, Zola smiled as much as he could at Punk and Kane, and had to admit that Zola, who had always had a serious expression and heavy makeup, still looked at a unique charm when he laughed.

However, for Zola's optimistic and hopeful smile, in addition to Kane's light whistle, Punk directly chose to turn a blind eye - he had just keenly captured the key words in Zola's mouth, and now it was only right to hurry up and ask:

"What the damn old man you just said? Are you talking about the leader of the Nightmare Cult?"

"Yes".

Zola nodded affirmatively, and said this "damn old man", and there was a lingering fear in the female ranger's expression:

"The damned old man I am talking about is the founder and ruler of the Nightmare Sect, the top powerhouse who has been wreaking havoc in this desert for more than 300 years, and the mastermind behind the mysterious disappearance of several masters after entering the Raging Desert - the nineteenth-level master mage, Thorsend-Jace"!