Reeling In the Net
Eva would not give them that chance. She raised her right hand, her five fingers splayed, and then gently closed them.
The silver halo converged completely at that moment. Like a floodgate pushed to its final destination simultaneously, it completely enveloped the two figures attempting to breakthrough.
Qian Renxue's golden sacred flame continuously burned inside that silver cage, frantically intertwining, colliding, tearing, and recombining with the ice-blue chill and dark purple resentment in the cramped space.
But her power was being consumed layer by layer; those sacred flames that once resembled an endless source were dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She looked at Eva, extremely complex emotions surging in her golden eyes.
In the distance, in the direction of the east courtyard, a crimson-gold light continued to climb upward, like a lighthouse slowly being filled to the brim.
The process of the Sea God's Inheritance was nearing its finale.
On that battlefield enveloped by the four-color light of silver, gold, blue, and purple, Ariel felt as though she were slowly floating and sinking within a boundless golden ocean.
Those golden rays wrapped around her like warm seawater, flowing slowly along her meridians and infiltrating her bones, her flesh, and every corner of her soul.
The Sea God's authority was merging with her in an extremely gentle yet irreversible manner.
Those rhythms concerning the tides, the directions of ocean currents, the formation and dissipation of storms, and the breathing and heartbeat of the entire ocean, like rivers injected deep into her consciousness, were slowly filling every blank space in her perception.
She could feel the connection between herself and the vast sea growing increasingly tight.
Those things she once needed to perceive repeatedly to touch, those ancient knowledge of the ocean, were melting