But that did not stop Syll’Esske.
Riding the force of Skarbrand's axe blow, Syll’Esske moved even faster. Like a bolt of purple lightning, it crossed hundreds of meters in an instant and appeared before Liu Zhipeng.
Its spear blazed with purple light powerful enough to annihilate anything, aimed straight at the Psychic Core between Liu Zhipeng's brows.
There was no dodging this thrust.
This thrust meant certain death.
Fuck... I pushed it too far...
Watching that purple point swell rapidly in his vision, Liu Zhipeng felt a flicker of helplessness. He only managed to raise End of Lament halfway.
Time seemed to slow at that moment.
Inside the Webway gate, the Aeldari watching the battle through the Divination Pool all held their breath. Mavis covered her mouth, tears spilling from her eyes. Prince Yriel closed his eyes in despair. Eldrad tightened his grip on his Staff until his knuckles turned white.
"It's over." A triumphant smile curled Syll’Esske's bloodied lips.
Just as the spear tip came within one-hundredth of a centimeter of Liu Zhipeng's brow.
Just as Liu Zhipeng prepared to ignite the primordial fire within him for one final self-detonation and take his enemy down with him.
"Meow!"
A clear, utterly out-of-place cat's cry suddenly rang across the battlefield.
Then a strange red light, like a red dragon leaping from the void, struck the side of Syll’Esske's spear at an extraordinarily tricky angle.
Clang!!!
The blow was not particularly powerful, at least compared with Skarbrand's. But its timing, angle, and peculiar psychic nature made it deadly.
That was the power of the "God of Death." The power to still all things and bring them to decay.
Under its interference, Syll’Esske's sure-kill strike veered off course.
Scrape-
The spear scraped past Liu Zhipeng's temple, throwing up a shower of golden