Purgatory City Pasquale, on the edge of the Demon World, displayed its grand ancient spires and magnificent architecture. In this battle, however, they were as fragile as paper, collapsing one after another, becoming historical ruins.
Suddenly appearing, Calila, who stayed back only to control, proved more difficult for logas to combat than Siegler’s frontal assault.
At this mont, Blasphemous Lord logas’s movents were significantly slower than before.
At the sa ti, Calila also increased the distance, more freely preparing her Spiritual Magic and waiting for logaz to show a flaw.
Under their joint effort, logas felt unprecedented embarrassnt.
She was forced to keep dodging, but each attempt was extrely strenuous.
And whenever she tried to counterattack, one of them would tily interrupt her, making it impossible for her to use even half of her strength.
Fighting two wasn’t the worst part.
The worst part was that her opponents could even coordinate their attacks.
"Calila..."
Blasphemous Lord logas adjusted her breath with all her might, trying hard to stay alert.
Facing Siegler alone, she was confident.
She might not win, but she could at least escape.
But with Calila added, it was a different story altogether.
What was more troubleso was that Calila seed to have beco sowhat despicable.
Even so, Blasphemous Lord logas didn’t show any weakness. Relying on her Demon Race physical attributes and endless Mana, she continuously searched for a breakthrough between the two.
Though her goal wasn’t to win but to escape, today it seed nearly impossible to even leave the confines of Purgatory City Pasquale.
"logas, you’re not delusional enough to think you can hold out until daylight, are you? There are still several hours left."
Talia watched the still-resistant logas, feeling quite thrilled to thrash this Scorpion Witch.
Having an invincible daughter was surely a boon.
Talia focused her Magic Power on her fingertips, distorting the air in the direction she pointed, forming dark radiant fractures that blocked logas’s dodging range.
Now Talia was also aware of Siegler Wolf Clan’s traits. Under moonlight, she’d gain an unreasonable Full attribute enhancent and Regeneration.
logas had no chance of holding out until daylight.
Siegler was actually a bit surprised, as Calila’s Spells reminded her of soone from her past, but knowing Calila, who knew a bit of everything and possessed countless treasures, it wasn’t so strange after all.
"Calila, you’re about to hold out, aren’t you?!"
Blasphemous Lord logas shouted.
Her situation was very dire.
logas was aware that she needed to severely harm Siegler or Calila first before she could seize the chance to flee the city.
If they intended to forcibly keep logas, these two would also pay a price.
Correspondingly, logas could feel that Calila’s spells were quite limited and getting weaker each ti, as if she were running out of Mana.
"?!"
Siegler didn’t expect Calila’s Mana to be so ager.
She wasn’t that sensitive to Magic Power and thought Calila was only a key player, not realizing it was due to insufficient Mana.
"Sorry!"
Talia admitted with so embarrassnt to Siegler.
Even though she could have an ample supply of Mana by disengaging fusion with the Great Love Poet, she would revert to a primary Demon Race and couldn’t intervene in such intense battles.
"It’s okay, I’ll protect you."
Siegler assured, standing protectively in front of her.
"Hmm!"
That gallant deanor made Talia feel like she too had a Knight.
So, she was a princess after all!
Finally, as Talia began an attack that restricted logas’s movents, logas seized a montary opportunity, silently lunging forward, her body striking like purple lightning once again towards Talia.
But at that crucial instant, Siegler also caught her move. The cyclone of fists she wielded ford a sturdy cage, shattering logas’s offensive. Simultaneously, the space dark threads laid by Talia started to expand until they detas explosively intertwined.
The powerful impact sent logas flying, tumbling harshly across the distant ground several tis before stopping.
"That really hurts..."
logas struggled to rise, her injuries and the pressure from her enemies slowing her consciousness incredibly.
The more they fought, the clearer it beca that holding out until dawn wasn’t going to be easy.
"logas, your bravery is comndable, but you should know what your chances of winning are now."
Sigrid’s voice resounded.
Back in Bandela City at the Northern Border of the Protoss Empire, she was in logas’s position.
It definitely felt more secure fighting two against one.
One against two was just unmanageable.
"Keep laughing, logas."
Talia, hiding behind Siegler and gripping her shoulders, mocked logas from afar.
Her earlier one-on-one battle with logas had left her utterly frustrated.
Even though she was now relying on Siegler’s montum, she had never fought such an advantageous battle, and her mood was quite uplifted.
"Calila, to be honest, I’m quite enjoying..."
No matter how absurd Calila’s words made logas feel, she remained silent as blood trickled from her eyebrows down, her icy eyes filled only with murderous intent.
Her lips gradually curled up.
The magma of Purgatory City still boiled.
Under the darkened skies, with the chaotic battle of three from the Great Demon Clans, the entire Purgatory experienced accelerated cataclysmic earthquakes.
The silver glow on Siegler’s body possessed the power to tear everything apart, logas’s endless supply of Chilly Magic Power, each collision creating a clear division between light and darkness.
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