Aiselandier Plans to Rescue!

Deep within the vast, desolate danger zone of the Star Realm, clouds and mist coiled, Star Power surged in mighty torrents, and the air between heaven and earth was filled everywhere with the savage roars of ferocious beasts and the violent aura left behind by war.

This perilous dead land was a burial ground where countless weak ability users survived nine deaths for one life, but for peerless prodigies, it was nothing more than a proving ground where they could train as they pleased and slaughter with a casual hand.

At this very moment, in an extremely distant stretch of airspace deep within the Star Realm, a graceful, ethereal figure as lithe and lovely as a forest spirit stood in the sky. It was none other than the imperial princess of the Elf Race—Aiselandier.

Her figure was slender and upright, her skin luminous white as jade, her gray hair falling over her shoulders like moonlight flowing water. Her exquisite, breathtaking features held not the slightest trace of mortal dust, and her emerald-green eyes were clear and bright, like tranquil glimmers filled with a thousand-year forest sea. Her bearing was noble and transcendent, carrying an innate royal majesty.

As a mighty Star Evolution Realm eighth-order Lower Rank ability user, her strength had long since stood at the very peak of the younger generation.

More than that, she possessed a terrifyingly powerful EX7-grade top-tier grass-type ability. Her exclusive Grass Domain had been tempered to the Sixth Level; once the domain unfurled, it could lock life force to death, bind the heavens with vines, make all things wither, and decide life and death at her whim. Its battle power was tyrannical beyond compare, and she could almost be said to be invincible within the Star Evolution Realm.

This time, after stepping into No.