"..."
Watching the magical storm she had stirred up get effortlessly cleaved in two and dispersed by Fang Li's single strike, Beatrice felt neither frustration nor humiliation. She merely looked upon it all with the eyes of someone who had accepted everything and spoke softly.
"Was that the power of those Magic Eyes that can kill anything again?"
As she said this, a faint trace of envy seeped into Beatrice's voice.
"Just as I thought, those Magic Eyes recorded in the Gospel are the greatest interference for Betty."
At that, Fang Li's eyes flickered slightly.
"That just now wasn't the power of my Magic Eyes." Fang Li raised the Moon Blade in his hand. "The only thing that dispersed your magic was this dagger's power."
Although the Moon Blade could now practically be said to offer Fang Li no help at all in increasingly high-level battles, this weapon did indeed possess an exorcising effect.
Even though that effect was only at the Fourth Level, and required a chance to trigger, it appeared to have activated successfully just now.
Otherwise, without using the power of his Magic Eyes, Fang Li could only have relied on his Magic Resistance skill to endure that attack.
"So, sorry to disappoint you."
Ignoring the flames spreading behind him, Fang Li said that as though it had nothing to do with him.
"From your tone just now, it sounded like you envied my Magic Eyes being recorded in the Gospel. Is that really something worth being jealous of?"
What Fang Li received in response was Beatrice's self-mocking laugh.
"Envy? Jealousy?" Beatrice said with deep self-derision. "That's right. Betty envies it. Betty is jealous. But what's wrong with that?"
As she spoke, Beatrice lovingly stroked the Gospel in her hands, then slowly opened it.
Fang Li's gaze