Kiana: You're So Weak!

Kiana: You... You're So Weak!

Boom—

The violent explosion struck this space, warped by divine power, like a massive hammer. Two figures suddenly flew apart like meteors launched into the sky by powerful crossbows, hurtling toward opposite sides of the space.

Shattered void spread web-like cracks behind them, each fissure flowing with dark-blue spacetime energy, as though space itself were groaning in pain.

Kiana's silver hair billowed, battle fervor blazing in her violet eyes. With a light sweep of her left hand, she wielded the Sword of Origin. The elemental halo flowing along its blade resembled a reversed galaxy, swallowing and dispersing the raging Energy Storm.

At the same time, the Lance of Finality in her right hand erupted with dazzling violet light. Countless tiny bolts of lightning slithered across the spear as if thousands of Thunder strikes had been imprisoned within it.

In an instant, a pillar of light containing the laws of destruction tore through the void and shot straight at Gu Yuena. Wherever it passed, space was effortlessly sliced apart like butter.

The might of these two divine artifacts was fully revealed at this moment. The Sword of Origin had accompanied Kiana since her birth, its blade inscribed with the elemental laws from the dawn of chaos.

Not only could it manipulate the powers of Fire Element, water, wind, Thunder, and other elements at will, its more terrifying trait was its True Damage—wherever its edge pointed, all physical defenses were as good as nonexistent, allowing it to directly pierce an enemy's Divine Soul.

Had it not lacked sufficient energy to nourish it, this divine artifact would have been qualified to rank among Super Artifacts from the moment it was born.

The Lance of Finality, meanwhile, was the embodiment of destruction and causality. Whenever energy gathered upon its