"What a promising younger generation! Truly remarkable!"
After Leslie placed Owen on the ground, the Grand Elder of the Fallen Angel, hovering in mid- air with his wings flapping, had eyes filled with endless astonishnt.
William, as his close friend, was soone whose imnse strength he knew well. Even among master-tier level 1 powerhouses, William was an exceptionally formidable presence.
Even he, as a mythical being of legend at the sa tier, did not possess the power to annihilate him.
Yet, Owen, whom they had considered their prey, managed to do so.
Owen, a re platinum-tier junior, had miraculously achieved this feat right under his nose!
This left him bewildered, as if in a dream, while his murderous intent toward Owen and Leslie peaked.
From the mont such a prodigy beca an enemy, there was no alternative path but annihilation!
Owen had indeed perford a miracle, but his current condition was clearly dire.
In his eyes, although Leslie bore so resemblance to Owen, she could not possibly unleash power equivalent to a master-tier level.
The gap in tier was not sothing Leslie, a platinum-tier mage, could overco!
He was not like William, and he would not beco the laughingstock of master-tier mages, forever etched in history as a disgrace.
"To think a small Azure Kingdom could have two such outstanding talents. Unfortunately, your brilliance ends here, having encountered !"
With those words, the Fallen Angel Grand Elder charged at Leslie, his aura icy cold.
Although he underestimated Leslie, William's demise was a lesson, and he would not make the sa mistake!
As the Fallen Angel Grand Elder made his move, Owen felt a blur before his eyes, and then a shadowy figure suddenly appeared before him, enveloping him with an overwhelming and suffocating magical presence.
Under the oppressive aura, the mana around Leslie slowed and was suppressed, but soon, an icy cold chill rose from Leslie, freezing all the incoming energy in its tracks.
The surrounding space seed to transform into a massive ice crystal.
"Order of Ice... I sensed sothing familiar about your aura before. To think that this rare [Order] is with you-fate is on my side!"
As Leslie activated the Order of Ice to counter the oppressive aura of the Fallen Angel Grand Elder's bloodline, the Grand Elder realized that the cold emanating from Leslie was indeed from the rare Order of Ice!
While all [Order]s possess mystical qualities, so are especially unique, and the Order of Ice is one of them.
The Fallen Angel clan had expended considerable effort searching for this [Order] but had only managed to acquire the Order of Water as a compromise.
Now, the much-coveted Order of Ice was with Leslie. If they could eliminate her, the path of ice would be within the Fallen Angel clan's grasp!
Growing increasingly greedy, the Fallen Angel Grand Elder licked his lips, his black feathers transforming into rushing rivers imbued with unimaginable force, striking Leslie.
Boom!
Leslie's body was enveloped in armor ford from ice crystals.
The black feathers appeared light as a feather but struck the armor with overwhelming force, causing the ice-ford armor to dent and crack.
As the black feathers trembled slightly, the compressed water elent within surged forward, enhancing the penetrative force of the feathers' overwhelming power.
Leslie felt a heaviness in her chest, the impact of the black feathers giving her the illusion of severe chest trauma, making it difficult to breathe.
Her understanding of the Order of Water was limited, but she sensed that the Grand Elder of the Fallen Angel clan had reached a deeper understanding of [Order], transcending its superficial aspects.
This was a level she had only recently begun to comprehend, and it was evident that the Fallen Angel Grand Elder was ahead of her in mastering [Order].
However, this thought only flashed through her mind briefly.
Her long, snow-white legs suddenly exerted force, propelling her into the air to evade the continuous assault of the black feathers.
Then, a gleam flickered in her vertical pupils, and the dents in the mysterious ice from the black feather strikes instantly returned to their original form.
A spear appeared in her hand, and with a few quick maneuvers through the void, she charged toward the Grand Elder.
The spear thrust forward like a dragon.
Cold wind rushed at the Grand Elder, who wore a cold, ruthless smile.
Although Leslie's speed was astonishing at that mont, as a mber of the Fallen Angel clan, he was among the most elite in all aspects.
Leslie's attack trajectory was completely within his control.
With a virtual grip of his hands, intricate water-flow runes lit up in his palms.
Just as Leslie closed in, the sound of rushing water suddenly echoed in the void around her, continuously bombarding her body.
These waters were an eerie black, with highly corrosive properties. The chill emanating from Leslie's armor failed to freeze them, and they dissipated into nothingness.
The black water splashed onto Leslie's ice armor, creating a sharp sizzling sound. The water clung to her, slowing her forward montum, flowing like a black mire.
Leslie's expression grew slightly solemn. Despite having pushed the power of Dark Tower's first layer to its limit, she was still at a disadvantage against the Grand Elder of the Fallen Angel clan.
At this mont, although she possessed the strength to contend with a master-tier mage, this Grand Elder of the Fallen Angel clan was no ordinary opponent.
In the next mont, the ice on Leslie's body shattered explosively, and the resulting cold wind scattered the oncoming black water. Leslie then lunged forward through the void like a flash of white light, her spear aid at the chest armor of the Fallen Angel Grand Elder.
Leslie's sudden burst of speed caught the Grand Elder slightly off guard. However, as the spear tip made contact with the armor, he regained his composure and violently shook the nearly tangible mana within him.
Leslie's hands went numb imdiately, and her palms seed to crack from the vibration,
bleeding.
She staggered back, each step paling her already beautiful face.
"The Fallen Angel clan is indeed incomparable to ordinary races. A master-tier mage is
already powerful, and Her Majesty's situation is dire!"
"Alas, the power Her Majesty has unleashed is terrifying, but the difference in level is just too
great."
"Even though Owen has slain William, if the Grand Elder of the Fallen Angel clan isn't defeated, today's situation remains dire!"
At this mont, seeing Leslie's repeated attacks being easily deflected by the Grand Elder,
and even seeing Leslie injured, everyone's faces grew grim.
Most of the people in the Azure Kingdom's capital had already accepted Leslie as their
Empress. If Her Majesty Leslie and Owen were to die, they truly didn't know what the future of
the Azure Kingdom would beco.
"Sister!"
Madelyn watched Leslie's retreat, her pale face full of worry and anxiety, wishing she could
rush up and fight alongside her sister.
Duke Charles, standing beside her, quickly restrained her.
He knew well the terror of a master-tier mage, and with Madelyn's current strength as a gold-tier mage, rushing in would only an certain death.
"Don't worry, Leslie, like Owen, is soone who plans several steps ahead. She will find a
way!"
Although Duke Charles was deeply concerned about Leslie's current situation, he still
believed that Leslie could work miracles!
After all, Owen had done it.
With what he knew of Leslie, she would do whatever it took to succeed.
Edward's eyes were wide with anticipation. Owen had just broken the ironclad shackles
between tiers, and if Leslie could replicate that feat, the threat of master-tier mages would
be significantly diminished by their presence.
However, judging by the current situation, even though Leslie seed to be using so
ans to boost her strength, she didn't appear to be a match for the Grand Elder of the Fallen
Angel clan.
What other trump cards does she have?
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