The silver-haired Ishtar's mocking laughter continued, while the Taurus of Heaven's roar was deafening. The oppressive force brought by that enormous body was enough to drive any ordinary person into a mental breakdown.
But Ele, standing on the ground, showed no change in expression. There was no fear, no retreat, not even the slightest ripple of anger. She merely calmly assessed the situation around her.
This was the outskirts of Snowfield City, a desolate wasteland devoid of human presence.
That meant she did not need to worry about hurting innocent people, nor did she need to suppress her power.
And there was only one thing she needed to do next: land every single attack squarely on that annoying bastard's face.
Dark-red magical energy began to gather wildly around Meslamtaea. It was no longer a simple eruption of power, but power compressed to the extreme. Even the space around the spear's shaft visibly warped under the strain of that force.
"Since you like this stupid cow so much, then let it accompany you to hell!" Ele raised her spear high, her hands spinning it continuously. "The heavens have an absolute sea, the earth has a prison. My heel is the wrath of the underworld. Appear, Meslamtaea! Kur Kigal Irkalla—!!!"
She swung her arms down sharply, driving the spear into the ground. The underworld spread outward with her at its center, while countless spear-prisons rose from the earth, weaving together into a colossal cage of spears. Like an iron cage covered in spikes, it pinned the Taurus of Heaven firmly in place.
But that was not all.
The ground Ele's spear had pierced suddenly split open with a massive fissure. From its depths, dark-red underworld flames surged toward the Taurus of Heaven's abdomen, carrying a terrifying heat capable of burning souls into