After restricting the Aberrant Beast's movements, Cornflower sensed her current magic power consumption slightly and stopped measuring, no longer continuing to use the ability of the Ruler Magic Armament.
What she faced at this moment was a Half-Molt, whose total magic power was far deeper than that of ordinary Aberrant Beasts. Therefore, the consumption of using her ability on it had also increased a lot; merely initially binding the other party's movements had already consumed close to forty percent of her output.
She did not plan to add the remaining sixty percent output to the Ruler's ability, because achieving this level of effect was already enough. If this Aberrant Beast could pull off no other tricks, it would be almost impossible for it to break free from the shackles of the Magic Armament.
Then, would this Half-Molt be at the end of its rope here?
A sense of dangerous premonition that had constantly felt like thorns at her back told Cornflower: probably not.
From the moment she saw this Aberrant Beast, she had always had this premonition. It was like this when the Aberrant Beast broke free from its cage, it was like this when the Aberrant Beast pursued the two of them, and now, even though this Aberrant Beast seemed to have fallen to its knees and appeared unable to counterattack any longer, it was still like this.
Probably due to this psychological pressure, Cornflower felt sweat sliding down her cheeks. She almost instinctively reached out, wiping it away with the back of her hand, but immediately froze right after.
Sweat?
She repeated the word in her mind, looking at the back of her hand. A slight burning pain was clinging to her cheeks and the back of her hand at this moment, and she could even see some