Dennis and Mesiss's joy turned to disaster. Before they could keep up the pressure and kill Vasias, they found themselves inexplicably trapped instead. By the time they reacted, they discovered that the icy sword auras weaving around them were so fierce and sharp that both instinctively drew toward the center.
Their restraint of Vasias collapsed as they fell into disarray. The blade formed from Space Power could no longer sustain its terrifying force or continue putting pressure on Vasias.
Mesiss fared even worse. Because her soul fluctuations had grown too chaotic, the Fate Power in her crystal ball suddenly ceased to work.
Vasias felt his body lighten, and he could suddenly move his limbs again. The power that had bound him vanished completely. Having watched helplessly as his subordinates were killed one after another by Dimensional Holes, Vasias immediately condensed the white mist swirling around him into a single stream as the pressure lifted and slammed it viciously into the Spatial Blade.
Trapped beneath the Seventeen Flying Swords, Dennis could no longer supply the spatial divine power needed to sustain the Spatial Blade. Faced with Vasias's furious blow, it duly dissolved into white light and vanished.
Icy divine power circulated through his body several times as Vasias purged the lingering divine power of fate within him. Then his cold, ruthless eyes settled on Dennis and Mesiss, who were trapped beneath the Seventeen Flying Swords.
"Who's there? Come out!" Dennis snorted coldly. He could sense the intense danger lurking in the shadows, but he could never pinpoint where the other party was hiding.
Mesiss looked grave. The crystal ball in her hands glowed a dim emerald green, illuminating her face with an eerie, frightening light. Rays of light shot from her fingernails into the crystal ball. She had long since abandoned