As if unwilling to let Yrel, gleaming with Holy Light, touch it, D'ore counterattacked the moment the girl reached out her hand.
No, it should no longer be called D'ore, because the real D'ore had long died in the crash of the spaceship. What stood before them was merely a Naaru corpse radiating shadow power, possessing only instinct—like a zombie compared to a human.
Around the Dark Star, shadow power gathered like a torrent.
Before D'ore, a new shadow rift appeared in the pitch-black vault above. This rift was far larger than any they had seen before.
Dozens of Void minions crawled out from the rift and charged at the two of them.
Within the dark cavern, densely packed limbs surged toward them. At first glance, the sight was truly terrifying; an ordinary little girl might have fainted from fright at the sight of it.
But Yrel was no ordinary girl anymore. Her experiences in the arena had tempered her will, and the Void creatures before her were nothing to her. Wielding a two-handed warhammer in one hand as though it were a racket, she viciously smashed it into the Void minions before her.
The warhammer, filled with intense Holy Light, crashed into the Void minions, instantly stirring up a bloody storm.
The heavy warhammer, the girl's monstrous strength, and the shadow-countering Holy Light—under the combination of all three, the shadow minions had no chance at all. They were either sent flying like tennis balls or smashed directly into pulp.
Seemingly realizing the futility of this tactic, D'ore finally moved. Its geometric, shard-like body began rising toward the sky.
At the same time, energy gathered within its core, and it unleashed two successive dark blasts at them.
Bang! Bang!
The two dark blasts struck Ye Ting's prismatic sphere, but failed