"Here it comes!" Faen shouted softly.
The flowing water blades fluttered in the air, leaving countless afterimages. Feeling that astonishing sharpness, the countless eyes on Styraatu's body also lit up suddenly. Without the slightest intention of retreating, those burning arms swung like battering rams with a screech tearing the air, bombarding the flowing water blades flying towards her continuously.
Flames burst, and every swing of the dark red arms left a scorching trajectory in the sky. In just a moment, she wove another curtain of flames pressing towards Faen, sealing all room for evasion.
Going to be scorched? This thought emerged in the bottom of Faen's heart, but located within it, Faen's face didn't have the slightest nervousness. Because right in the next moment, an incredibly gentle power enveloped him instantly.
That invisible wind wall merged into the flowing water and rose abruptly around Faen. Just like in the past, this was not a hard barrier, but a rapidly rotating storm protection carrying cool water vapor. When that rolling fire curtain crashed hard into the wind wall—
Accompanied by a series of deafening explosions rumbling. The surging fire waves exploded on the wind wall, tongues of fire splashing everywhere, igniting the already dilapidated building wreckage around. But located in the center of the storm, the high-speed rotating airflow not only completely wore away the vast majority of the impact and temperature, but even brought a trace of moist coolness unique to the Gulf of Piltover. Located within, under Janna's silent protection, Faen could clearly feel his flowing water becoming more active and agile in this wind.
Tapping his toe, with the blessing of the storm, Faen's body seemed to break free from the influence of wind resistance. Wherever he passed, the wind was in his favor. His light posture didn't even need to exert any force, and he could clearly feel the gentle wind turning into pairs of soft, deft hands pulling and pushing him from behind.
"Well done, Janna!"
An arc rose at the corner of Faen's mouth; Faen could feel this was the help from Janna. Similarly, Faen also clearly realized that Janna was begging him to help her reseal this ancient demon god threatening the entire Twin Cities—no need for more communication, under the connection of the contract, Faen seized the momentary gap when the storm finished constructing. Located in the gap between the storm and the flames, his sturdy body turned into an afterimage, high-speed sharp blades circling around his body. Before the incoming flames could touch Faen's figure, they were slashed to pieces, blown out, and extinguished.
Feeling the plea from Janna and the battle intent rising abundantly in his heart, Faen's figure didn't have the slightest pause. The fluttering water blades seemed to possess life under his control, no longer a single weapon, but countless blue streamers tearing the darkness!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The swirling sharp blades drew several light tracks in the night sky. Like venomous snakes flicking their tongues, they accurately cut through the sky full of sparks, accurately whipping towards the burning eyes all over Styraatu's body!
Even if having lost reason, as an Ascended, Styraatu still knocked away the sharp blades one by one through powerful warrior instincts. But just in the next moment after seemingly knocking down and smashing all the sharp blades—"Pfft!"
A sharp blade emerged from the shadows without the slightest warning. Under the blessing of illusion magic, this water blade had almost no fluctuation of magic and spiritual energy during its flight.
"Sizzle—!"
Sharp blade entering the eye, Styraatu suddenly covered the single eye on her non-human body. Located on it, the hit area instantly burst open, emitting a sound like a red-hot stone immersed in cold water accompanied by a painful screech. And using the sharp blade as a medium, immediately following, another mass of storm exploded from the inside, causing the hit eye to spray out a large amount of viscous, magma-like substance smoking black.
Intense pain passed into Styraatu's spirit. Accompanied by a burst of non-human screech mixed with pain and violent rage, the harp beside her trembled violently. Her heart full of violent rage was amplified through the harp, turning into more terrifying sound waves and flame ripples spreading outward.
Madness was completely ignited! The already irrational Styraatu no longer pursued precise attacks. Her few remaining eyes stared deadly at Faen, with deep humiliation in the intense anger—even having lost all reason, her pride as an Ascended still existed deep in her thoughts.
And now, unexpectedly getting her eye injured by such a little bug, intense anger made her entire flame body expand violently. In an instant, it was like a small sun rising in the middle of the street!
All her eyes sprayed blazing pillars of fire, locking deadly onto Faen. Her scarlet arms crazily plucked that giant harp. Accompanied by the noise of destruction spreading out from Styraatu as the center, a devastating firestorm also descended.
No longer the shockwave like before, but an indiscriminate wave of flames and a rain of molten rock covering almost more than half of the city streets!
The special magic of a transcendent creature spread out to the surroundings. Under Styraatu's control, this magic formed a special medium igniting the air together. In the blink of an eye, it formed a rolling sea of fire. Located on the street, whether solid brick and stone or building ruins, all melted constantly like candles. The huge steam pipes were burned red, deformed, reduced in strength, and emitted overwhelmed moans.
Located within it, Faen also felt a burst of dry itching in his throat, able to clearly feel the moisture in the air being evaporated constantly at an astonishing speed.
Located within it, a drop of cold sweat generated from Faen's forehead, but before it could fall, it was licked by the heat wave turning into scorching steam. This made the solemnity in Faen's vision grow more and more. But similarly, accompanied by this heart-pounding tension, a twisted smile also gradually rose from the corner of Faen's mouth—all emotions were constantly transforming towards joy. This increasing pressure formed intense battle intent. Even the surface of his sturdy skin flushed slightly dark red, giving people the feeling he would instantly erupt in the next moment.
And perceiving Faen's will, what surrounded Faen was no longer gentle protection, but the abundant power of the storm!
Accompanied by Janna emerging behind Faen as a translucent phantom, the prototype of a giant tornado connecting heaven and earth quickly formed around Faen. But it wasn't completely released. However, through the connection of the contract, Faen could feel Janna was accurately guiding it through her power—without pause, Faen controlled the flowing water to roll into the storm in the next moment!
Accompanied by the high concentration of mental power, Faen could clearly feel the two emotions of flowing water and storm violently exchanging and swirling during this process. The two emotions of change and joy intertwined closely—suddenly, Styraatu on the side let out a roar, then raised the harp and plucked with all her might. The blazing sonic boom formed countless burning meteors falling from the sky. And in this instant, that waterspout connecting heaven and earth also constantly compressed at an astonishing speed. In an instant, it turned into a thin, high-speed swirling water curtain at Faen's fingertips!