Crack-
Under Laura's gaze, her slender, beautiful arm twisted and made that sound.
Because her arm had begun splitting at the elbow, the knuckles at its end drooped unnaturally like wilted flowers.
But like Aleister, the girl paid no attention to her arm.
The instant it broke, shattered magical power and shining strands of hair pierced her body, merging without resistance with the stark white bones and flesh.
In just an instant, the horrifying injury returned to normal.
Even so, Aleister's grasping arm, which looked about to snap within the ever-tightening coils of hair, showed no intention of relaxing its grip.
"Manifesting through a female possibility was bad enough..." Laura, who had thought she was finally about to see a glimmer of hope, darkened. "You know you cannot save yourself, yet you still cling so tightly to your life. Why is someone like you so small-minded!"
The girl's voice was extremely grim.
Aleister's words had not thrown her into disarray.
Unexpected help would be another matter, but in a one-on-one fight, any resistance Aleister offered would be utterly useless.
The orange flame held loosely in her hand showed not the slightest sign of losing momentum.
Its meteor-like fiery tail resembled a comet trailing smoke, advancing through Aleister's tough body like a spear and a drill, slowly but unwaveringly.
With his remaining strength, Aleister, whose heart had suffered another devastating blow but whose brain had not yet been destroyed, still seemed determined to maintain their stalemate.
But in reality, his efforts were meaningless.
The Path of the Flame Sword symbolized the twists and turns on the road toward a goal. Even the essence of a Demon God had to stop within it, so Aleister, whose cultivation was incomplete, naturally could not resist. Though he exerted all his strength, he could barely