The Wraith Short Sword stabbed into the gray-white barrier.
Clink!
A sharp ring sounded, like metal striking glass.
Luo Fan's full-force thrust, a strike powerful enough to pierce a sixth-tier Fierce Beast's body, failed to leave even a single crack in the barrier.
The dark blue patterns on its surface rippled slightly, like a lake disturbed by a tossed pebble, sending out a faint ring of ripples before quickly settling again.
Luo Fan withdrew his sword and looked at the unmoving barrier, sighing inwardly.
He was not surprised.
This was a domain established by an eighth-tier Fierce Beast. It would have been abnormal if he could pierce its barrier with a single thrust.
The gap in levels was plain to see. Fourth tier against eighth tier-a difference of four entire major tiers.
He could rely on rule-type skills to contend with seventh-tier opponents under specific conditions, but breaking through an eighth-tier domain barrier head-on was nothing but a pipe dream.
"Well?"
A low, hoarse voice came from behind him.
Luo Fan turned around. The Winged Queen hovered in midair, her dark blue eyes fixed coldly on him.
Her arms were folded across her chest, her posture composed and elegant, like a cat inspecting a mouse trapped in a cage.
"Would you like to try again? You're quite strong. Perhaps you might break it?"
Her tone was flat, as though she were discussing something insignificant.
Yet undisguised coldness flickered in her dark blue eyes.
It was neither mockery nor amusement, but something colder than either-killing intent.
Pure killing intent, so intense it almost took tangible form.
She had only two seventh-tier Fierce Beasts under her command.
Parrot was dead, and Giant Bird was gravely injured.
Her two most capable subordinates had been all but wiped out at the hands of this