In the arena, the purplish-red flames on the chandelier burned with an eerie chill. Mistlike black shadows coiled around them, taking on grotesquely terrifying shapes that struck fear into Gardevoir's heart!
A sharp pain stabbed through its head!
Its stamina drained away in an instant!
Night Shade!
The next second, the Purple-Red Flame flared. Clusters of uncanny blue-green fire suddenly appeared like phantoms, winding toward Gardevoir's body!
The sinister aura and unsettling sensation refused to fade. Gardevoir's Psychic Field seemed to be suppressed by some invisible fluctuation, actually losing its ability to warn of danger!
An icy wind swept past, fanning the eerie green flames. Before Gardevoir's startled gaze, they plunged straight into its body!
BOOM!!!
An insubstantial green glow flashed across the arena, yet the air was filled with a chilling presence...
Gardevoir looked dazed. It seemed to see another version of itself, an almost illusory figure shrouded in eerie green flames... burning without end!
The searing agony and loss of stamina left its mind weakened, and it could no longer remain suspended in the air!
Below the stands, a thoughtful look flickered through Yong's eyes.
Clearly, the "battle will" Youluo displayed and the uncanny power of the flames Chandelure released were far beyond anything a normal fusion technique skill could produce...
This power... seemed closer to some other kind of force, giving the impression that it approached "origin power"! Otherwise, how could it suppress Gardevoir's Psychic Field and "force domain power"!?
Youluo...
What exactly was this ominous feeling!?
The young man's expression grew grave...
Elsewhere, President Charles Goodshow sighed. The old man's voice was low and tinged with helplessness.
"You all know about the old Bell Tower... and the clan that once served Ho-Oh..."
Cynthia and the others nodded. Even Olivia, who did not quite understand, watched them