"logas may not yet realize the severity of the situation," said Lanci, trading injuries with the werewolves at night.
The voice of Lanci ca through the Communication Magic again, slightly distorted with static.
Talia looked down imdiately.
She could only see that Siegler, confronting logas, did not back down because of the lethal Ultimate Magic.
Siegler’s body radiated a clear light, like the Moon Goddess, or a Martial God, calmly breaking through all obstacles with her far-reaching punch!
All the wounds on her body were visibly healing quickly under the moonlight.
logas’s poison fog was rely a scratch to Siegler.
"What on earth did this child grow up eating?"
Talia exclaid.
A Mana Barrier protected Talia from the aftermath, allowing her to avoid the center of the battlefield as Hell’s Territory crumbled.
Now she believed Lanci.
As a mother, she didn’t need to worry about Siegler being bullied outside.
Even so, Talia’s vision wavered between light and darkness due to dust and air currents, with the great roar echoing through Purgatory City Pasquale nearly sweeping Talia up in the rising currents.
Two Peak of Eighth Rank Powerful Ones seed to reincarnate gods from the Divine Era.
A cataclysmic battle unfolded on the shaking grounds of Hell’s Territory!
The entire upper layer near the sky in Hell’s Territory beca a battlefield, continuous fluctuations assaulting every rock layer, turning those originally firm mountains into beasts of smoke and ash, leaving gaping holes.
The fight intensified, the light from the molten lava on the ground interwoven with the thunder in the skies, storm clouds swirling in the sky. Nature itself seed shaken by the suddenly erupted battle, intensifying the air pressure high above.
Each clash illuminated the vast clouds above the magma.
Ordinary Powerful Ones, let alone approaching their battlefield, couldn’t even take a clear look at this level of death match.
At the center of the battlefield, logas also sensed sothing was amiss.
"Are you... from the Blood Clan? No, are you the Little Wolf Girl that Calila brought with her?"
It was as if logas recalled sothing.
This eerie Regeneration, no amount of damage seed effective against her, definitely not sothing a human could possess.
Other than from the Blood Clan, then it must be from the Wolf Clan.
logas rembered Calila always liked to bring a young girl from the Wolf Clan; he never understood why Calila decided to raise a child.
Little did he expect, in just over a decade, that little girl had beco so terrifying!
"That’s right, it’s ."
Siegler proudly stated.
She held no weapons; no rank of Magic Equipnt was as strong as her body, each step she took was like thunder, pulling along a huge rush of air, forming wind pressure.
Her eyes, cold and drifting with purple radiance, focused solely on pushing logas into a corner.
"..."
logas, with a gloomy expression, increased the distance with Siegler.
Despite being a Wolf Girl, she was able to fight.
But battling the Wolf Clan at night clearly required caution.
"I like mighty ones like you, you can hit harder, let feel the pain of near-death, accordingly, I will also give my all in return!"
logas’s smile was unsettlingly calm as she lunged at Siegler again.
Even temporarily at a disadvantage in her clash with Siegler, she just smiled as if she were indulging a child in play.
The taste of a Wolf Clan beauty’s blood, she couldn’t resist trying!
logas’s assault was fierce but controlled, her Magic Techniques seamlessly connected. Whenever her Scorpion Tail lit up, it released Poison Magic and Spiritual Magic, creating patches of purple-gray forbidden zones facing Siegler in front.
"..."
Siegler made no comnt on logas’s words.
In battle, the most important thing was not to let the opponent’s words affect your mind.
The distance between Silver Cot and Purple Cot varied, but at any ti, it was like two world-ending disasters clashing.
Siegler’s punches, fierce like a plunging waterfall, aid to shatter logas, who, like a swift dancer, darted in and out of the traps she set, trying to pin down and puncture Siegler.
logas’s delaying tactics did little to slow the approaching Siegler; her complicated Magic Techniques were ready, the whole vista began to warp, poison fog rising from the ground and purple light falling from the sky, about to engulf Siegler in an instant.
At that mont, Siegler’s figure radiated a near-translucent dazzling light shadow, her pupils turning silver, as if entering a selfless new state, throwing an unprecedented punch.
In the air, silver light collided with the deep purple magic curse, turning into a clearly defined line of exploding energy.
Monts later, logas, flown backward and crashed, evidently losing in this clash.
Finally.
As Siegler and logas’s battle reached its climax, suddenly the sky was blocked by an invisible wave of Magic Fluctuation, a cold wind swept across, smoothing the gravel on the ground.
The drop in temperature visibly froze the dew on the ground instantly, causing logas to panic in that mont.
This was not the ti to be controlled by Spiritual Magic.
"..."
A figure, from unknown origins and unnoticed until now, quietly landed.
Calila clasped her hands, using Magic Techniques to restrain logas’s movents.
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