The razor-sharp power of time-space cutting all around caused even Saine's body, tempered through body refinement, to feel excruciating pain.
Large amounts of Elemental Blood seeped from Saine's surface.
The cracks across his Demonic Law Body were even more severe than before.
The closer he drew to the very center of the shattered Space-Time Window, the more pronounced that tearing pain became.
Rapidly calculating the limits of what his body could endure against the distance to the Space-Time Window, Saine could not help but reach a bleak and depressing conclusion—before he could even fully enter the Space-Time Window, the violent Space Power around him would grind him into a cloud of blood mist.
That was without even considering the dangers that might await on the other side of the Space-Time Window.
This was the consequence of making a hasty choice in a desperate situation. There were too many uncertainties, and too little room left for Saine to think.
The Light of Death behind them was also closing in.
Facing the charged strike of the Level-6 Pharaoh King, Fumila spread the metallic wings on her back.
Several enormous wings of light emerged around Fumila, using those metallic wings as their source.
Layer upon layer, those light wings overlapped behind Fumila. Fumila herself stepped forward and wrapped both arms around Saine, shielding them from the attack coming from behind.
But caught between internal and external threats, how long could Fumila hold on?
The time-space cutting power in the surrounding space posed an equally grave threat to Fumila.
At that critical moment, Tourmaline transformed once more.
Rapidly changing from a little girl into her dragon-turtle form, Tourmaline used her sturdy shell to block the suddenly intensified time-space cutting power pressing in from directly ahead.
It was not that Tourmaline's defenses had become capable