Run!
This was the only thought in Xiro's mind right now.
As a super-tier powerhouse of the elves' permanent allied nation, one of the supreme rulers of Yagda City's Mage Tower Grove, when had he ever fled like a bereft dog?
But he had no choice but to run. That woman was simply too terrifying! The talent for mastering multiple elemental magics that he had once taken such pride in was nothing but a joke before her.
Wind against wind, fire against fire... even his composite spells were countered by her using the exact same combinations of elements—this was a crushing defeat without the slightest suspense. It scarcely seemed like a battle between those of the same rank!
Had he not repeatedly confirmed that her aura of power was indeed at the peak of the Kingdom level, Xiro would even have thought he was facing a demigod-class powerhouse.
They were both at the peak of the Kingdom level, so why was she absurdly strong to this extent?
Xiro's talents did not stop at mastery of multiple elemental magics; he also possessed a spatial affinity. His teleportation and spatial shifts were exceptionally swift, far surpassing ordinary powerhouses of the same rank. Yet that woman was not the least bit slower than him. Several times, she had nearly caught up, but for some reason had not seized the chance to bring him down. Perhaps she had missed the opportunity—but it felt even more as though she were slowly grinding away at his strength and fighting spirit, like a cat playing with a mouse.
This, too, was naked contempt. But Xiro had no spare energy left for anger or thought. He could only do his utmost, taking Rioldo with him as he repeatedly broke through the interference of her Kingdom and launched spatial