Yellow Springs Cut Off (5)
Scorching, viscous, throbbing like a heart.
Few flames gave people this kind of sticky, damp feeling.
But appearing in this place, it somehow seemed rather fitting.
Propelled with immense force, the clump of Netherworld fire—apparently transformed from absorbed life force—shot straight toward Lisha.
Less than ten centimeters from its target, the fireball suddenly slowed until it was nearly motionless, as if caught in an invisible net.
Though the attack had come without warning, Professor Lisha had been fully focused and reacted in time.
Taking advantage of that brief delay, she quickly darted aside.
Almost simultaneously, the fireball, showing no sign of dissipating, seemed to finally burn through the invisible net. It streaked forward in a flash of eerie light, curved around, and chased after Lisha.
This thing could actually track its target.
Fortunately, Professor Lisha clearly wasn't some sheltered flower with no combat experience.
In that brief window, she had managed to dart behind a stone pillar.
Although the fireball could track its target, it wasn't smart enough to dodge obstacles. It flew straight into the pillar.
Without a sound.
The resulting reaction was unsettling: the fireball sank straight into the stone.
Lisha, on the other side of the pillar, had clearly noticed what happened. She took a deep breath.
The next instant, firelight flickered, and the thing indeed burst through the pillar, colliding with it without losing any of its force.
It was clearly something unusual in this place.
Unfortunately, it still missed its target and slammed into a thin spike, spat out with all her might by Lisha.
Boom!
The asphalt-like, solid flame instantly destroyed the spike. But almost at the same time, as if some unstable element had been introduced, the fireball warped in a bizarre way. After moving a little farther,