But Alvin also understood that under the current circumstances, this might be the only method Xilos could think of that had any chance of effectively restraining Miao Xing.
Passive defense would only lead to being slowly worn down. Taking the initiative to attack, even if it was nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree, might disrupt the other side's rhythm and create the faintest chance for a turnaround.
Soon, under Xilos's almost life-risking fighting style, Miao Xing's figure, shrouded in starlight, seemed to pause slightly because of his sudden, nearly suicidal counterattack.
She clearly had not expected that this Fire Spirit, who had been defending passively all along and whose strength was obviously far inferior to hers, would dare to launch an attack on her own initiative.
That speck of white-hot light looked pitifully tiny before the vast, cold starlight.
But the root-touching concept contained within it caused a rare ripple to stir in Miao Xing's otherwise undisturbed thoughts.
"Interesting..."
A cold thought flowed through the starlight.
The Star Vortex in Miao Xing's palm quietly spun a fraction faster, gathering more cold starlight, as if she intended to completely freeze and annihilate this moth that dared to provoke her.
At the same time, on the main battlefield.
The edge of the Flame of Continued Combustion, condensed to its utmost at Shen Yi's fingertip, finally collided head-on with the core of the torrent of Order Holy Light that Mia pushed forward from her palm.
There was no earth-shaking explosion, only a low hum that seemed to come from the collision of the rules of two worlds, so deep it pierced the soul.
At the point where the white-hot edge met the pure Holy Light, space seemed like paper being crumpled, taking on a strange sense of distortion and