Yu Lian no longer had a light spear in his hand, but the Ring of Naya that had floated into it spat out golden dragonfire. Under the refinement and shaping of his mental power, that unstoppable, mysterious flame became a focused sword of fire.
He brought his fingers together like a blade and swept upward, but a sudden flash of white light stopped the searing flames in midair. Then came a series of muffled hums as an energy field coiled around them.
In Yu Lian's sight, Queen Brunhild, dressed in a marshal's uniform, had already brought out her light spear. Like Limlight, the spear Emperor Ilesel had bestowed upon him, it was golden, the same shade as her hair and eyes, the color of dawn beneath a summer sky.
Yu Lian felt the vibrations as the force field collided with the flame in his hand, rippling until it began to scatter. Flames unfurled behind her, forming wings that beat continuously, as if she had become a dragon in human form. In the briefest instant, Brunhild had struck over a hundred times, each blow seeming to become a dragon's breath.
Yu Lian never doubted that any one of those thrusts could inflict the same damage as dragonfire. He could only do everything in his power to deflect them one by one. But then the temperature around them suddenly soared, as if it could set the sky ablaze.
The heat seared his skin, as though the burning air were boiling against it. Yu Lian quickly realized that the armor machine enveloping his body was coming apart, like a tower of blocks being knocked over.
Then the Ring of Dragon's Breath on his finger disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Yu Lian grunted and reached out to summon his weapons—Limlight, Dawn, Xingzhi,