Death of the Four Bosses (4)

Blood splattered! Several horrifying wounds deep enough to expose bone appeared on the Nine-Tailed Fox's pristine white forelegs!

Stella let out a pained cry. Her massive body staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground.

The male lion Vincent had transformed into pressed his advantage, enduring the searing pain in his eyes as he reared up once more. His other sharp claw gleamed coldly, poised to follow up and deal the Nine-Tailed Fox a devastating blow.

Just then—

The temperature inside the arena suddenly plummeted without warning, as though it had leaped from blazing midsummer into polar winter in an instant.

Bone-piercing cold swept through the area, and countless ice crystals formed in the air. Vincent, still frozen in his pouncing posture, was swiftly encased in a thick layer of ice. In the blink of an eye, he became a massive lion ice sculpture.

Suppressing the agony in her forelegs, Stella steadied herself and slammed her huge fox paw against the ice sculpture.

The sculpture shattered on impact, exploding into countless glittering shards of ice mixed with blurry scraps of flesh and blood that scattered across the ground.

Amid a cloud of pink smoke, the enormous Nine-Tailed Fox vanished. Stella returned to human form, her face pale as she panted heavily, fine beads of sweat covering her forehead.

She looked at the arm that was still bleeding, and a flicker of dejection passed through her eyes.

"My talent for battle really is too lacking."

At that moment, she was filled with guilt. This was also why she usually disliked fully transforming into a beast, especially fighting in her largest form. She was too large a target and too easily attacked.

A wave of doubt and frustration over her own aptitude surged uncontrollably through her heart.

"Stella, why are you spacing out? It's