Xia Mi's dance had already stopped.
But the destruction continued.
The power surging up from the depths of the seabed continued to pour forth without end, like a millstone grinding grain—slow, heavy, yet unstoppable as it crushed over the pale giant serpent.
Its nine heads had long since drooped. Those heads that had been hissing, roaring, and struggling moments ago now floated limply in the churning seawater, as though all strength had been drained from them. Its body still twitched, but it was no longer struggling—it was the final convulsions before death.
Xia Mi hovered in the water, her face pale as if every drop of blood had been drained from it. Her body trembled slightly as bone-deep exhaustion washed over her.
Releasing such an ultimate Spirit Word in human form was still too much of a burden.
Not only was its power greatly diminished, but using it even once nearly drained all her physical and mental strength.
Fortunately, the Nine-Headed Serpent was still in its infancy and had yet to mature. If it had been allowed to develop for a while longer, even dragging Fenrir here might not have been enough to defeat it!
She suddenly bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The blood spread through the seawater like an eerie red flower, only to be swept away by the current in an instant.
The force of the earthquake was too immense. While guiding that power, she had also endured a considerable portion of it herself. The shockwaves ravaged her body and injured her internal organs.
Though she was in a sorry state.
The gains were enormous as well.
She raised her head and looked at the giant serpent. Its body was still slowly sinking, falling into the deeper darkness of the Trench. Those golden eyes