Pillar of Yita

A giant statue opens a Light Gate from mid-air, plummeting straight down.

Orphen’s Twin Stars wielding a Giant Shield, pressed down upon the Wanderer with immense force.

But the Wanderer merely raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and pointed upward.

At the instant the fingertip touched the shield’s surface, a dent transformed from a single point into the entire face; the two-inch-thick fine steel Giant Shield crumpled like paper, and the massive impact not only deformed the shield face but also sent the statue behind it flying out together.

Fang Hong heard a ’crack’ sound of shattering, and at least a third of the Resonance Crystal inside the Reinforced Gloves broke simultaneously. But he forcefully clenched his fist, and the giant sound flying in mid-air split in two — the Fearless One, holding a Long Sword, thrust towards the Wanderer.

The statue wielding the Giant Shield flew out horizontally, crashing into the rim of the pit with a loud bang, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The Wanderer didn’t even blink an eye, just waved his hand lightly, and an invisible force struck the Fearless One from the side, causing the latter to suddenly halt in mid-air, flying back like a kite with a broken string, following the statue’s fate.

Just one unfinished strike, two Silverlights met his gaze. Two silver Energy Angel constructs, one ahead of the other, thrust long narrow blades straight at him. Count Westwood Sibika reversed his blade for the first time, a flash of brilliance passed, and one Energy Angel immediately broke from the center and fell.

But the other Energy Angel flickered and vanished, blinking to his rear.

The Wanderer reversed his hand and back-slashed the sword, seemingly aware of the threat from behind, blocking the Energy Angel’s strike.

He then slashed backhandedly again, and that Energy Angel followed the previous one’s fate. But before he could retract the Longsword, another two clusters of Silverlight appeared in front of him, the same two long narrow blades reflected in his gaze — the Wanderer paused, expressionless as he withdrew the Longsword for a slash.

But this time, both Energy Angels retreated a step.

The sword tip merely opened a fine slice on the shell of one Energy Angel’s abdomen, while the other Energy Angel remained unscathed. They retreated and then surged forwards again, launching another attack on the Wanderer.

Dodged —

For the first time, the Wanderer felt a bit startled.

Did the opponent catch up with his reaction?

But a thought flashed through his mind, realizing it’s impossible. Even though he hadn’t exerted a tenth of his power yet, the opponent couldn’t catch up, suddenly he had a revelation — the opponent predicted his reaction: recorded data from the last encounter, reacting this fast?

Interesting.

But useless, how many Energy Angels do you have?

He thought in his heart, and straightforwardly pointed his finger, two points of light spheres, one after another, hit the two Energy Angels. The speed of the dark light balls was so fast that Fang Hong didn’t even react, he only had time to send a Clockwork Fairy traversing through, looping before the Energy Angels.

But it was futile, as the Wanderer waved his hand, the Clockwork Fairy shattered into pieces out of thin air.

The two Energy Angels fell, and half of the Clockwork Fairy rolled back.

Fang Hong truly had no more solutions this time, the Type II Clockwork Fairy was already his last reserve, usually reluctant to use it in combat, he only used it for Scouting or information relay within the team. He watched this scene unfold helplessly, for the first time felt a sense of powerlessness.

Only he was left now.

He clenched both fists tightly, during the previous combat, he had already maneuvered close to the opponent’s position under the cover of a series of operations.

But is this close enough distance really useful? The opponent was too strong, even stronger than the Dragon Knight he faced before, he already knew the Wanderer wasn’t exerting full strength, yet even so, there was still no chance. His gaze briefly crossed with the young girl in the center of the plaza, Eve’s face was pale, tears flowing as she shook her head towards him.

”Ade, come back...”

Atira finally managed to utter a sound.

The young scholar approached her side, loudly saying to her: ”He told me to take you away!”

Elf Miss seemed unheard, just stared directly at Fang Hong’s back.

Fang Hong stepped forward, extending his right hand, and the Pride of the Lonely King flew out — but the direction was off, the Flying Claw with the cable flew past the opponent’s side. The Wanderer merely stayed motionless, apathetically watching this scene.

He had not stopped chanting the spell since before, the radiance of lines of text on the plaza was growing increasingly intense.

Fang Hong fired the left Flying Claw again.

The Wanderer raised his hand, ’snap’ caught the Flying Claw, casually as if Fang Hong handed the Flying Claw to him, then lightly grasped, the Flying Claw given by Lady Nether immediately shattered. But Fang Hong didn’t have the time to ache over it, because at this moment, on the other side, the Pride of the Lonely King had already hit a broken pillar behind the Wanderer.

Fang Hong grasped with his hand, the Magical Engine activated immediately, maintaining the Overload State of the Magic Guided Reactor, already emanating white smoke, nearly reaching the limit. The high temperature even burnt through the heated layer, causing Fang Hong to feel a piercing pain from behind.

But he couldn’t care less.

The cable ’buzz’ straightened, when the Wanderer let go of the Flying Claw, the Pride of the Lonely King was tugging Fang Hong flying directly at the opponent.

He smoothly drew a Short Sword from his boot, backhanded slashing towards the opponent.

But the imagination was beautiful, reality was cruel.

It wasn’t clear how the Wanderer moved, just punched a fist into his lower abdomen, the Short Sword in his hand hadn’t even been delivered, and he was already flying back, tumbling several times on the ground.

But the opponent clearly hadn’t made an all-out effort, otherwise, with only a sliver of blood left, the opponent’s gentle touch could send him straight to meet the gods of Eteliria. Probably wouldn’t see them even, only the giant Stargate reflecting pristine white light under the sunshine.