A bone-chilling cold wind radiated from the Cautus girl's body.
Even though her body had entered overload mode, even though continuing like this would make it collapse, Yelena—FrostNova—would not stop on her path of vengeance against others.
The psionic energy around Zhuang Xiaolin had clearly weakened considerably. He turned back to look at Alarak.
Alarak was currently lounging on a Tal'darim-style throne he had manifested.
When he saw Zhuang Xiaolin's gaze, a faint bloodlust surfaced in Alarak's eyes.
Zhuang Xiaolin paused, then stopped paying attention to Alarak and instead focused every ounce of his energy on the coming battle—a battle that demanded the utmost caution.
Her condition was terrible.
Though he was no medical expert, Zhuang Xiaolin was certain that the upper limit of Originium Arts depended on the user's own limits. The higher those limits were, the more severe the infection within their body, and thus the more power they could draw upon.
"Listen, I don't want to hurt you."
Zhuang Xiaolin made up his mind and converted all the psionic energy in his body into a thick red psionic shield.
He intended to talk her down.
"Oh, beautiful lady, do you know? You are brave people, I'll grant you that. But bravery isn't recklessness. Everything you do comes at a price."
"What right do you have to judge us?"
FrostNova roared. Ice spikes burst from the ground one after another, forming around her before shooting fiercely toward Zhuang Xiaolin.
The ice spikes shattered against Zhuang Xiaolin's shield, scattering ice fragments across the ground.
The shield before Zhuang Xiaolin remained exactly as it was, without the slightest crack.
"Oh, as an outsider, objectively speaking, I truly can't judge whether your motives are right or wrong. But as an outsider, I can judge whether your actions are just."
Zhuang Xiaolin