Stelle: "Huh?"
The force of her throw remained, but she was stunned.
Where is my lance?
Where is my big, cool, flaming lance?!
The next instant, another Imaginary space hole opened in the void before Sirin.
That crimson Flame Lance, maintaining its original speed and power, and even enhanced with a hint of purple light from its brief passage through the Imaginary space, turned its tip at an even more treacherous angle.
As if imbued with life, it shot violently toward the center of the gradually dissipating ice mist below—the very spot where Kevin might be!
Only then did Sirin tilt her head slightly, casting a cold glance from the corner of her eye at the dumbfounded Stelle in the distance, as if mocking her futility.
Following that, she raised her slender white right hand, made a light grasping motion toward the hole that had spat out the Flame Lance, and pulled backward.
A miraculous scene occurred: the trajectory connecting the Flame Lance and the hole seemed to be compressed by her pull, transforming from a "point-to-point" line into a thin, purple-red filament radiating terrifying energy fluctuations!
The flames of the Flame Lance itself and the spatial compression force added by the Imaginary space hole collided and compressed crazily within this thin line, briefly elevating the power of this strike to a shocking degree!
"Go."
Sirin's red lips parted slightly as she released her fingers.
"Whoosh——!!!"
That purple-red filament, or rather, the highly compressed energy attack, moved at a speed far exceeding the previous throw of the Flame Lance.
Almost like a teleportation, it pierced through the air and the ice mist, screaming with a destructive howl as it shot straight into the center of the mist!
"Boom——!!!"
An explosion louder than any previous collision rang out!
The flames and the ice mist were detonated by the compressed spatial force, forming a mixed energy sphere of interweaving red and white, which then violently exploded!
Violent waves of flame and ice-crystal steam surged outward in a sphere, slamming in all directions.
Even Stelle, who was in the distance fending off sporadic Spears of the Void, was knocked over by the blast wave.
The attack had not yet ended!
A cold light flashed in Sirin's eyes.
The four spiral ribbons that had been slowly floating around her, looking almost like mere decorations, suddenly snapped taut at this moment!
The ends of the ribbons glimmered with a sharp, cold light capable of cutting through space.
As she raised her hand again to point at the center of the explosion, the four ribbons, as if alive, moved silently yet fast as lightning.
They tore through the pervasive steam and struck fiercely from four different angles at the position where Kevin was standing!
This strike was intended to finish him off, to tear the enemy completely to shreds.
The aftermath of the steam was raging, the bombardment of the Spears of the Void had paused, and the spatial cuts had already arrived.
Sirin hovered in mid-air, breathing slightly, her golden pupils fixed intently on the chaotic center below.
In her view, that White-haired Man had first withstood the concentrated barrage of the Spears of the Void, then been hit directly by her Flame Lance—which she had enhanced using rebound and spatial compression—and finally, he had been hit by the spatial cuts...
Even a true Herrscher would surely not remain unscathed after enduring such a combo.
However, when the surging steam and flames were forcibly dispersed by some stronger force, the cold arc of victory on Sirin's face suddenly froze.
Her pupils contracted sharply once more.
She saw that the ground at the center of the explosion had become a massive, glass-like crater with melted and refrozen edges.
And in the center of the crater, a figure stood tall.
It was Kevin.
His casual clothes were damaged in several places, especially on his back, where several clear cutting marks remained.
But the exposed skin only bore a few faint white marks; not even the epidermis had been truly broken.
His right hand was raised steadily, his fingers tightly gripping something—it was the tip of the very Flame Lance that should have exploded!
The rest of the Flame Lance, including the raging flames, was now completely sealed within a layer of solid ice radiating a chilling cold, forming a strangely shaped "Ice-Flame Lance."
He actually... caught that space-compressed, enhanced Flame Lance strike with his bare hands?
And even the spatial cuts could barely truly injure him?!
Sirin's brows furrowed tightly, her heart churning with shock.
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