"Little girl, I have to admit, you're really strong."
After another close-range clash, the old man pulled away from Vier. The white-haired girl was covered in wounds, yet they were still healing at a visible rate. Even more absurdly, her damaged clothes flashed once again and returned to perfect condition.
To the old man, it felt like he was facing an unkillable cockroach. Its body was constantly protected by two shields that could restore themselves. Every attack he launched had to break through the outer shield before it could hurt her, making the expenditure terrifying.
That alone would have been one thing. The old man had fought plenty of turtle shells before, and he had even encountered opponents with greater defenses than this. But the girl before him had high defense and even higher attack power!
Her speed was equally ridiculous. She seemed to have mastered all sorts of magical enhancement methods, forcing him to remain highly focused just to keep up with her movements.
Not only that, while this girl had thoroughly mastered the Weaver's abilities, she also possessed many additional abilities. Those abilities complemented her own class system, creating a hexagonal existence with top-tier combat power in every aspect.
Given time, what Holy Spirit Rank powerhouse in this world could possibly suppress such a terrifying opponent? Even those old monsters within The Holy See probably couldn't.
Of course, while the old man was powerful, he knew his own limits. The gap between the upper and lower limits of the Holy Spirit Rank was enormous. Even at the initial stage of this realm, he knew several monstrous geniuses whose combat power was even more terrifying than Vier's current strength. Yet when facing those beings, he had never felt uneasy. Only when facing this girl had his defenses truly been