This Angel sister really thinks highly of herself, using such moves.
Light flickered in Tilan’s eyes, then she spread her hands, countless bright blue light sand gathered and condensed from the surrounding void, black branches and leaves entwined her sleeves, azure roses blossod swiftly, and two slender rapiers extended, held in the girl’s hands.
"Clipping Double Swords · Flash Wingsbeat"
A ghostly blue lightning streaked through the golden sand, instantaneously traversed and turned seven tis within the falling flow of fire, then erged.
"Huff—huff—" Tilan clutched her chest, gasping for breath, with beads of sweat seeping from her forehead.
When she lifted her head again, the descending flow of fire had already halted in mid-air, seemingly solidified into transparent glass, then cracks extended and shattered, while faint spatial rifts still lingered in the air.
Above in the high sky, Feruceline’s expression did not change; this outco seed unsurprising to her. In her view, if this vessel of the Black Sun were to so easily perish under the flow of fire, it would be a rare event.
She chanted another hymn, the sound was lodious and prolonged. As Tilan rose like a nascent morning star, several pure white light sabers appeared beside this six-winged Archangel.
"Heavenly Edict: Light Sealing Sword"
The tin staff swung, and the light sabers shot down crisscrossed, but were easily evaded by the girl, who then slashed towards the six-winged Angel in the air.
The ghostly blue sword edge sparked brilliantly upon the tin staff, creating a notch. Feruceline, after parrying, showed no reluctance to fight, leaping back. Layers of light sand filled the space between them, a re ten ters, yet it seed like thousands of miles apart.
When Tilan attempted to charge through the flowing light sand again, her body seed out of control, being swept by the light sand to the other side, tumbling down from high altitude.
What is this? The girl was surprised; this was not sothing an ordinary secret technique could achieve. She even sensed a familiar aura of authority akin to her own.
To escape this turbulent flow, Tilan flipped her body again, the sword edge in her hand blossod like a flower, cutting through the peculiar turbulence of space.
Spiraling and dodging the descending light sabers from the sky, the symbols in the girl’s eyes flickered, and then her figure flashed, seven identical black-haired girls separated in the air.
Each held dual swords, weaving through the air, evading the light sabers while charging at the Burning Wing Angel suspended above.
In response, Feruceline raised her right hand, her fingers slightly spread, and a soft humming sound resonated through the entire space. Those descended light sabers hadn’t disappeared; instead, they were slanted into the ground and walls. As they glead again, thin filant-like lines appeared from the hilt ends, sealing off the airspace, effortlessly cutting any object passing through in half.
Seeing the line passing through her chest, the girl looked at the pieces of ’herself’ dispersing in the air, slowly closed her eyes, and all the ’Tilans’ transford into azure crystal powder, dissipating, then reford on the ground into the sole black-haired girl.
Before she could stand firm, the ground beneath seed to flow, turning into a sea of pale golden light particles, and her body gradually subrged within it.
This?
Faced with this, Tilan was forced to expand her transparent cicada wings again, levitating into flight.
Flow-related abilities? The girl was slowly coming to an understanding.
She leaped once more, her figure darting like a luminescent stream through the filant-filled space, avoiding various slashes and thrusts from the light sabers, evading the descending flaming currents, until she reached the sa altitude as that six-winged Angel.
Then the girl softly closed her eyes, a gentle chant echoed through the high sky, her figure swaying like flowing water, allowing any impact to pass right through as if in another dinsional space.
"Spatial magic art..." The girl seed to hear Feruceline sigh, then opened her eyes, a magnificent full moon subtly appearing behind her, radiating a cool light.
Originally she thought Feruceline would disrupt and attack in this process, but until the full moon erged, Feruceline still did not take action, rely floating quietly in the air, gazing intently.
"You truly are a unique existence; perhaps you shouldn’t be called the vessel of the Black Sun, calling you the vessel of the Dark Moon would be more fitting."
"Even so, you still have no chance of victory." Feruceline also sang a clear lody, then a splendid golden blazing sun slowly appeared behind her.
This blazing sun was resplendent and fierce, the emitted golden flas circulated warmly through the space, akin to being in warm waters, with a sensation of water waves rippling, everything veiled in indistinct outlines.
...
’You know, all actions must be based on a certain coordinate point.’
Tilan heard the voice from across the water waves, but when she listened again, it seed as if the opponent had changed positions, coming to her left.
No, it wasn’t Feruceline who shifted positions, but she herself who deviated in direction.
Tilan suddenly realized the aning of the other’s words.
She tried to adjust her direction, but no matter how she turned, she couldn’t find a place to leverage.
This world could no longer discern up from down, left from right, every direction was a flowing fluid of light particles. Her every move was rely swaying within the water current, unable to break free.
Based on her observations when she entered, this prayer hall spanned no more than 200 ters wide; such a distance should quickly et a wall, yet she drifted continuously within this fluid of light particles, never encountering it.
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