With the last shred of consciousness she had, she reached out and snapped her fingers.
Countless golden discs abruptly opened behind her. As the blade drew near, every disc shot toward Sirin and overlapped in front of her.
In an instant, the blade was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, silently losing all its light.
Bai Yan only felt as though his sword had stabbed into a pile of cotton, yet when he tried to pull it back, it felt as if someone inside that cotton pile had seized the blade in an iron grip.
He ultimately failed to truly get close. Even One Sword Startling Swan could not display its true power. Though this strike had failed, it made Sirin even warier, and she no longer dared let him approach.
Seeing his weapon entangled, Bai Yan immediately abandoned the longsword and switched to the power of the Herrscher of Wind.
He pointed at Sirin, and a sudden burst of energy erupted around her.
Sirin smiled as if a cat playing with a mouse. "Don't tell me you think your power can stand against my—"
She suddenly lost her voice halfway through, and for a moment, no sound of her words could be heard.
The next instant, Sirin's expression changed. Her spatial authority erupted, and she instantly escaped the energy's range.
When she reappeared, the white-haired girl was drenched in cold sweat, panting in ragged breaths as she glared hatefully at Bai Yan.
"Looks like your use of your authority is finally starting to look decent..."
Bai Yan said nothing and pointed again.
Sirin likewise activated her authority, neutralizing Bai Yan's invisible attack.
Drawing the air from an area and turning the opponent into a Herrscher of Vacuum was not difficult for Sirin to counter.
Before spatial authority,