"This Power of Light is truly unpleasant. It is somewhat different from the power wielded by those giants of the Light Dimension Country Civilization."
"This is your Wizard Civilization's light-element magic, or the power left behind by the Light God Race that the Second Pharaoh King once mentioned, which has already departed from the Star Realm?" the ugly Eighth Pharaoh could not help asking.
Of course, Hela had no interest in answering the Eighth Pharaoh before her.
She abruptly poured Dominator Power into the Light Orb in her hand. Boundless radiance burst forth, visibly dispersing some of the black mist emanating from the Eighth Pharaoh's body. Then, Hela directly slashed the Void-Breaking Blade in her hand at him.
Clang! The ringing of metal and violent spatial tremors spread in all directions. Even the Eighth Pharaoh had not expected Hela to choose to strike first against someone as powerful as himself.
Her nerve was greater than he had imagined.
"Why aren't you afraid of me? What a foolish, brainless Level-7 Dominator. If we were in another starfield right now, I would personally peel your skin off inch by inch and add it to my collection!"
"The direct bloodline descendant of a Level-9 Being—I am sure the other Pharaoh Kings will be green with envy." The Eighth Pharaoh clamored, then drew his own weapon: a bone staff tipped with five sharp claws, which he viciously swung at Hela.
His other hand also reached straight for Hela, seemingly intending to seize her and pierce her through the heart.
Facing the Eighth Pharaoh's clamor and attack, Hela curled her lips slightly, faint disdain seemingly written across her face.
While retreating to evade him, she suddenly lashed the Void-Breaking Blade at the Tyrant of the Evil Eye, who was putting on a show of fleeing.