Within the Sanctum of Prophecy Realms in Janusapolis, the Abyss of Fate
Faced with a milk tea almost as big as the " Scales of Justice," just as Trianne and Trinnon were at their wits' end...
Click--!
The solidified amber-colored goblet shattered without warning, exploding into countless tiny, eerily shimmering solid fragments, like fragile glass, which scattered in all directions.
The fragments struck the ancient stone pillars and walls of the temple with a chilling sound.
Before the dust and debris had even settled, a suffocating pressure, like an invisible tsunami, instantly filled the entire temple corridor.
The air became thick and heavy; each breath felt like swallowing lead.
From the center of that shattered milk tea, a figure slowly emerged...
He was draped in a cloak that seemed to be woven from solidified shadows, with deep starlight flowing along its edges. The visor beneath the hood resembled a dying star, burning with an " Eternity " flame.
At this moment, the Flame Reaver did not hold any conspicuous weapon, but the starlight swirling around his naturally drooping fingertips was enough to tear through space.
The oppressive atmosphere was so intense that Trianne and his companion almost suffocated, their legs went weak, and they couldn't even scream.
"She's come out of the bubble tea world!"
Trianne's pupils contracted sharply. Without hesitation, she stepped in front of Trinnon and shouted, " Trinnon, step back!"
The Flame Reaver remained silent, his body shifting slightly as he covered dozens of meters, charging forward with an overwhelming force capable of crushing everything in his path.
The speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of vision, leaving only a distorted afterimage in place.
At the critical moment, Trinnon shouted, and an inconspicuous hourglass-shaped pendant immediately materialized in front of her.
boom!
The hourglass pendant burst forth with an incredibly resilient pure white light, instantly constructing a semi-transparent barrier in front of her and Trinnon.
Intricate and beautiful patterns flowed across the light screen, exuding a strong aura of an " Eternity " vow.
"..." Eternity "?"
The Flame Reaver was startled, but he also reacted by casually striking the light screen with his palm. A power powerful enough to shake mountains erupted, and the entire Sanctum of Prophecy seemed to tremble!
The light barrier in front of Trianne fluctuated violently, its patterns flickering wildly, emitting a hum that seemed unable to bear the strain, and in an instant it was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
Trianne let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, but she held on tightly, and the light barrier ultimately did not shatter completely.
Upon seeing this, a barely perceptible look of surprise flashed in the eyes beneath the Flame Reaver's mask, before he withdrew most of his strength.
The more frequently he fought with Trianne, the more interested he became in the hourglass pendant. The power of " Eternity " was so pure that he couldn't bear to really use his full strength against it.
The Flame Reaver was indeed 'modest', otherwise that strike would have been enough to shatter the barrier along with the two people behind it.
However, constantly making concessions is not a good thing; it will be noticed sooner or later. In order to uphold his belief in " Eternity," he took out a particularly eye-catching bar of soap.
Then... the Flame Reaver gently rubbed a small crumb off the soap; that should be enough.
"Run!"
Seizing the moment of stalemate, Trianne grabbed the still-dazed Trinnon. The hourglass pendant split in two, rapidly drawing an arcane rune in the air.
"Hundred... World-Splitting Gate?"
Trinnon's delicate body trembled. This hourglass pendant could actually replicate the " World-Splitting Gate," which shared the same origin as them? Where did Trianne obtain such a wondrous object?
Buzz!
The two figures were as blurry as reflections in water, and vanished without a trace the next moment.
Almost at the moment they disappeared, the light that the Flame Reaver gathered at the Fire Thief's fingertips pierced through the spot where they had just been, melting a bottomless hole in the temple's solid ground.
He raised his head, his gaze from under his hood locking onto the other side of the temple—where the figures of Trianne and Trinnon appeared, staggering. The spatial jump through the World-Splitting Gate had consumed a great deal of energy, and the former's aura was clearly disordered.
"Ugh... was the energy expenditure still too high?"
Trianne tried to catch her breath. This encounter had happened too quickly. Who could have imagined that the black-robed swordsman was crouching in the " Abyss of Fate " waiting for them? Was it premeditated?
" Trianne, are you alright?"
"Don't stop!"
Trianne gritted her teeth and once again channeled her power. The two figures flickered, disappeared, and reappeared repeatedly within the vast and magnificent temple.
Beside the enormous " Scales of Justice," behind towering columns, at the edge of the altar...
Each appearance was accompanied by the relentless pursuit of the Flame Reaver. The leftover soap residue left burn marks on the ancient stone walls, and pebbles flew everywhere.
Trianne used the power of the World-Splitting Gate to its fullest extent, performing short-distance, high-frequency extreme leaps to narrowly avoid the deadly soap.
Each spatial jump made her face paler, and the depletion of the " Eternity Oath of Beauty " given to her by Xing only exacerbated her condition.
Trianne and Trinnon could only passively travel between them, their hearts filled with helplessness and fear.
"Hold on... Trinnon... 'we'..."
Trianne's voice trembled slightly, and the landing point of her leap seemed to be a beat too late.
In that instant of hesitation, the Flame Reaver completely predicted their trajectory. A beam of dark starlight, condensed to its extreme, like the scythe of death, moved silently yet with lightning speed, precisely slashing towards the spot where they were about to appear!
Well, who would have thought that the dim starlight was actually soap residue?
This time, before Trianne's barrier could fully deploy, the two opened their eyes wide in horror—
"In crucial moments, we still have to rely on Galactic Baseballer to save the day!"
A clear shout, like a thunderclap, shattered the desperate pursuit within the temple.
The figure of Xing, enveloped in dazzling starlight, rushed towards the temple entrance at an incredible speed!
She leaped high into the air, gripping the mimicry baseball bat tightly in her hand, and swung it at the soap residue!
Bang
The baseball bat, carrying immense force, slammed down upon that deadly, dark starlight!
A deafening roar echoed throughout the temple, and the energy shockwave from the collision of the soap and the baseball bat spread out in a ring, kicking up all the dust and gravel on the ground.
The fierce soap residue shattered like glass under the ferocious attack of the mimic baseball bat, turning into countless scattered stardust.
In the aftershocks of the impact, Xing landed steadily, his bat pointing diagonally at the ground, with an undying arc of electricity still flickering at the end.
She tossed her long gray hair, a signature confident smile on her face, and her sharp gaze locked onto the slightly bewildered Flame Reaver beneath his hood.
"This road is blocked. Want to mess with them..." Xing's lips curled into a carefree smile, and she lightly tapped her baseball bat on her shoulder. "Did you ask our bat first?"
Faced with Xing's intervention, the Flame Reaver played along.
"It's you again..."
"Why have you repeatedly obstructed me?" He drew his familiar ceremonial sword and pointed it directly at Xing.
"Step back. Or die."