Red Fox was deeply saddened, but sorrow could not change anything. He no longer had time to complain.
The Star Lance on the ground let out a hum and began to tremble continuously.
Clearly, Nine Tails had begun controlling the Star Lance, intending to recall it and strike again.
"Suppress it, Sir Red Fox." Ancient One's calm voice reached Red Fox's ears. He looked up in astonishment and saw that she had already withdrawn the Eye of Agamotto, focusing all her strength on supporting the constantly rolling, folding space. "I need to stabilize this space for transfer. Don't let it interfere with me."
"Transfer?!" Red Fox froze slightly, but in the next instant, the Star Lance embedded in the ground suddenly shot up. He decisively flicked his hand, and a spear-shaped divine artifact wreathed in flame appeared in his grasp. With a bang, it collided with the Star Lance and knocked it back down.
Ancient One raised a hand, and two pale yellow streams of magic instantly extended through the surrounding space, tightly binding the Star Lance in place.
Blazing flames surged into the air, winding upward like vines and thoroughly sealing the Star Lance as well.
"Sir Ancient One..." Once he saw the Star Lance settle down somewhat, he hesitated before reminding her, "If you intend to defeat them, I personally suggest that you do not harm this spear's owner..."
What people truly feared about Nine Tails was not her strength, but the terrifying father and clansmen behind her—the Void God Clan!
Even to Phoenix himself, the Star Spirit race was a colossal existence, one that absolutely could not be provoked. Killing Rimuru was fine, and making Nine Tails suffer a setback was not a problem either. After all, Star Spirits were not particularly protective of their young; they