The spear tip carried the force to tear through everything as it plunged down from above, viciously stabbing toward Sherria.
Sherria looked up at the falling Light God's Spear and thrust both hands forward.
Black divine wind instantly condensed into countless massive black feather blades, meeting the attack head-on.
"God Slayer Secret Art—Heavenly Cloud Cluster!"
The two devastating secret arts collided explosively in midair.
In an instant, the entire arena fell deathly silent.
A blinding white light exploded at the center of the arena like a blazing sun, turning the entire sky a ghastly white.
Violent magical aftershocks swept up sand and dust that completely obscured everyone's vision.
"What happened?"
"Who won?!"
The spectators craned their necks, holding their breath as they stared intently at the dust-shrouded arena.
A light breeze swept past, and the dust slowly dispersed.
At the center of the ruined arena, two figures gradually came into view.
The Dragon Force around Wendy had already faded, and her hair had returned to its original deep blue.
The white feathers around her joints and the fine scales at the corners of her eyes had all vanished.
Her Dragon Force state had been completely released.
The moment she returned to normal, Wendy swayed and nearly lost her footing.
Ignoring the exhaustion wracking her body, she hurried over to Sherria, who lay on the ground, her eyes filled with panic and guilt.
"Sherria! I'm sorry, I hit too hard just now. Are you badly hurt?"
Wendy crouched down, her eyes reddening as her voice carried an obvious sob.
Sherria lay amid the rubble, gasping for breath.
Fine wounds from wind blades covered her body, and her clothes were badly torn, leaving her in a particularly miserable state.
Yet upon hearing Wendy's apology, she forced herself upright with one hand against