Theresa's expression became much colder. It was a slight personality shift brought about by Artificial Collapse; once she released it, she would return to her cheerful, carefree self.
She raised her head to look at the arrogant Phantylia. The three pairs of glass-colored Dragon Wings behind her flapped, and she shot upward at incredible speed before appearing before everyone once more.
"Eh, is that Theresa? Why does she look different again?!"
"And this feeling is kind of scary. It feels like the fear of facing a higher life-form."
March 7th said as she looked fearfully at Theresa, who was still as beautiful as ever.
Everyone could sense that Theresa's personality was somewhat off as well. She stared coldly and indifferently at Phantylia, whose face had grown grave.
"The Ambrosial Arbor is dead. You're next, Phantylia."
"As the first battle in this form, I'll show you every method I have. Struggle as hard as you can."
Theresa charged before the controlled Jing Yuanyuan, ignored the destructive energy around her, and rescued her, placing her beside the others.
Theresa's new form carried an ancient, eternal majesty. Her three pairs of enormous glass-colored Dragon Wings, her platinum vertical pupils, and the multicolored Immortal Flame blazing across her body made it impossible for everyone to associate this awe-inspiring woman with the formerly cheerful and comical Theresa.
"Thanks for the effort, everyone. It's my turn now."
Theresa spoke to the group. Yanqing and Jingliu looked at Theresa, who radiated an overwhelming pressure, and everyone unconsciously nodded at her instructions.
"You insolent brat! Even if you destroyed the Ambrosial Arbor, it was nothing more than a plant incapable of moving on its own!"
"I'll show you the true strength of me, Great Void Lord Phantylia!"
To everyone's astonishment except Theresa's, Phantylia stood up. She unleashed all