"You are the strongest opponent I have ever faced, Ktarolan. Today's battle is also the most brutal fight I, Punk-Saian, have ever experienced. But even though my soul is riddled with wounds, victory is still firmly within my grasp—and you... you foolish construct are destined to die beneath the blades' cuts!"
A sinister, icy gaze suddenly ignited his dark-golden pupils. Since he had decided to risk everything, there was naturally no need for further hesitation. Gripping the broken dagger and the other long blade, now cracked, the caster who was facing death's edge for the first time felt no fear whatsoever. At this moment, his eyes held only his enemy!
"The blade light will cut you into pieces, Ktarolan!"
Clang!
Turning into a flickering trail of starlight, into a beam of shooting light, Punk charged straight at the construct empress who had lost an arm. He still appeared to be in peak condition, without the slightest fatigue or loss of clarity. The effects of "Nolamsi Agile Mind" had made his mind clearer than ever, while the pain of his fractured soul was simply not worth mentioning to the unfathomably strong-willed "Whisper of Destruction"!
"Arrogant mage, you are merely making empty boasts!"
The deafening crash of grinding metal rang out. Directly answering "Whisper of Destruction's" threat, the construct empress had no intention of showing weakness either. Punk was fighting with everything he had, and how could she be any different? Ktarolan, who had endured three billion years since her birth and painstakingly sought to break free from her cage, was unwilling to die at the hands of two Bright Moon-tier enemies. Thus, as she watched "Whisper of Destruction's" approach, the divine kingdom armor covering her body seemed to blaze brightly. The brilliant white flames made the construct empress within resemble a