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A flicker of surprise crossed Phantylia's eyes.
Just monts ago, Stelle seed utterly defeated, but now she appeared fully revitalized, as if restored to full health.
Phantylia sensed a massive surge in the life force energy within the gray-haired girl, increasing several-fold—or even more.
"What is happening?"
"One after another, they're all bursting with newfound power..."
Phantylia struggled to maintain composure.
Standing tall, Stelle pointed her fla spear at Lord Ravager. Her long gray hair began to sway without any breeze.
Without uttering a word, she charged forward.
Floating above, Phantylia waved her small palm-leaf fan.
A green hurricane surged forth, its powerful gusts felt like countless tiny knives slicing across one's face.
With a sweeping motion, Stelle split the green hurricane in two using her fla spear. The unleashed flas stretched and danced freely through the air.
The remaining winds rely caused Stelle's clothing to rustle futilely.
Phantylia's attack continued as multiple thunder dragons circled high overhead, their proud heads held aloft.
Torrential lightning descended, creating a despair-inducing storm of falling bolts.
Within this tempest, Stelle skillfully maneuvered, evading bolt after bolt of lightning.
Realizing that Stelle was closing the gap, Phantylia aid to maintain distance and soared backward on the wind.
However...
Despite flying relentlessly, Phantylia found not only had she failed to increase the separation but was actually drawing closer to Stelle. In the figure before her, Phantylia saw echoes of Bochang—an unsettling shadow that lingered persistently.
"With my current condition, if I die again, this body will truly be beyond repair. No... she can't get any closer; I must maintain a safe distance."
Phantylia had suffered imnsely from Bochang's onslaught earlier.
Now, only her right arm could freely move, and her legs were also impaired.
Her internal reserves of Strength of Fertility were nearly depleted.
Within a short span, Phantylia knew her severe injuries would not heal, and her weakened state was even more persistent.
Facing Stelle's sudden surge in power,
with both weakness and serious injury hindering her, Phantylia dared not engage in close combat.
Self-awareness is invaluable.
From the mont Phantylia witnessed Stelle's burst, she understood the strategy she needed to employ.
Gritting her teeth, she focused more energy on flight. If she could just stall for a bit longer... until her condition improved slightly, she believed her superior strength might still allow her to overpower Stelle.
However...
Phantylia suddenly realized that she seed to have been hovering in place all along.
Like the teor hovering above, she persisted.
"Oh no, it's that unseen force again! Curse it... What kind of bizarre abilities is this?"
By the ti Phantylia realized what was happening, it was too late.
She crossed beyond the zone of falling lightning.
Stelle, unsure why Phantylia retreated slightly and then froze, saw it as an opportunity-a favorable one for her, being primarily a close-quarters combatant.
Nothing irked Stelle more than enemies kiting her around. Unlike Bochang with his array of peculiar abilities, if she couldn't catch up to an opponent, she would be left vulnerable, forced to endure blows from afar.
As they neared each other,
Stelle halted, gently swung her fla spear, causing flas to dance at its tip.
The surge of newfound power from her fate path resonated intensely.
Upon acquiring this weapon, Stelle instinctively mastered new skills without any formal training, as if enlightened by an Adeptus' touch.
In that mont, mories of Bochang flooded back, his laughter still vivid in her mind, reigniting her fury.
With feet ablaze, Stelle charged forward, her voice ringing clear:
"Fla Spear, Charge!"
Two points connected, forming a blazing trail of fire.
Stelle on one side, Phantylia on the other.
The charging gray-haired girl transford into a fiery teor, trailed by countless glowing embers behind her.
In almost no ti, Stelle closed the distance between them and reached Phantylia. With ease, her fla spear pierced through the enemy's chest, dragging her down from the sky to the ground.
"Boom!"
Stelle impaled Phantylia firmly onto the black earth, causing a pillar of flas to erupt upward with them at its center.
Phantylia's eyes widened as she felt life rapidly fading from this body, consud by raging flas. Filled with anger and frustration, she couldn't believe that she would be defeated by such a young girl who seed insignificant, just like a re insect.
Both Stelle and Phantylia were engulfed within the towering inferno.
However...
This was Stelle's power, so it caused her no harm whatsoever.
Only Phantylia suffered, her body turning charred and gradually crumbling into ash—an unstoppable process.
Stelle glared at her unemotionally, driven solely by the desire for revenge.
Phantylia knew what Stelle was thinking.
Before this body could be completely consud by flas, Phantylia forced a smile and said, "Benefactor, your strength is indeed comndable. However, I've rely lost one of my hastily crafted physical forms. Since you've destroyed my vessel, allow to take over Bochang's body for our final confrontation."
With those words,
Phantylia's body turned to ash amidst the burning flas.
Yet, the green fla swiftly flew towards Bochang's form.
During their battle, both Stelle and Phantylia had intentionally avoided harming Bochang.
This was to prevent any damage to his body.
Of course...
Even if they hadn't avoided him, Silver Wolf would have intervened to protect Bochang, ensuring no harm ca to him.
After regaining so composure,
Silver Wolf suddenly felt that Bochang's death seed suspicious.
He hadn't even used his life-saving item yet. Just like that, he died? The more Silver Wolf pondered, the more it appeared off, suspecting Bochang might be up to sothing peculiar, given his penchant for unusual antics.
Could he have just died like that? The more Silver Wolf pondered, the stranger it seed. He felt convinced that Bochang was up to so trickery, given his penchant for peculiar actions.
Realizing this, Silver Wolf would not allow Bochang's body to be hard under any circumstances.
Even if there were residual effects from their battle, the hacker girl had intercepted them all, ensuring Bochang remained completely unscathed.
Phantylia's actions startled both Stelle and Silver Wolf.
They couldn't simply watch as she darted towards Bochang.
"Stop running!" Stelle shouted while chasing after Phantylia, attempting to jab her with the fla spear simultaneously. However, it proved futile; Stelle could not keep pace, and Phantylia showed no intention of stopping.
Silver Wolf tried to immobilize the blue fla entity but found it ineffective. Transford into blue flas, Phantylia seed to exist on a different dinsion, rendering most conventional thods powerless against her.
"Is there any way...?" Silver Wolf frantically tapped away at the keyboard, searching for a thod to restrain Phantylia.
They sought a thod to restrain Phantylia, but unfortunately, ti was too short—it was already too late.
Under the watchful eyes of Stelle and Silver Wolf,
Phantylia approached Bochang's body and swiftly dove into it without any hesitation.
The fresh corpse had just perished, and with a touch of Phantylia's power, she could imdiately control this new vessel.
"A suspected dragon's physical form should not disappoint ," thought Phantylia.
The process of possession seed routine at first. However...
Once inside, Phantylia realized sothing was amiss.
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