Purple Phoenix

Sharp fangs bit into empty air with a crisp snap.

Just as before, Shemiel teleported away at the very last instant, looking utterly unhurried and at ease.

But when Shemiel reappeared, fine beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead.

Jeanne had seized at most thirty percent of the Sun God Domain's control, but with a finely operating instrument, let alone thirty percent, even a mere ten percent malfunction could produce terrifying delays.

As a Radiant Knight, Jeanne's power affinity resembled that of the Sun God Domain, allowing her to barely seize some control over it. But without a heaven-defying divine artifact like the cuneiform tablet, it was difficult for her to make use of the Sun God Domain herself.

She might not be able to accomplish anything, but she could still ruin his plans.

Shemiel had not intended to push things to such an extreme just now, but Jeanne's interference had forced him to barely escape the dragon's jaws at the final moment.

The reappearing Shemiel immediately activated teleportation again without hesitation, but the dragon that had just bitten empty air caught up once more—every one of Shemiel's attacks vanished like mud sinking into the sea. The dragon transformed from Lothar was pursuing him with utter disregard for everything else, making it difficult even for him to use teleportation to widen the distance or conceal his whereabouts.

Boom—

A gigantic arc of lightning struck the dragon. It was the most powerful spell he could cast in such haste. When it landed on the Red-Black Dragon, it blasted apart a large patch of scales, blackening the flesh around the wound and barely slowing the dragon's charge.

But when he activated teleportation again, the destination suddenly suffered a fatal deviation, placing him diagonally behind the dragon.

At the same time,