This moment.
The heavy sword pointed there, and she placed her sword there, maintaining a straight line all along.
The opponent's heavy sword kept changing direction, and her sword also kept shifting.
Both sides were in a standoff, a clash on the mental level.
An invisible war had already collided above the spirit.
High-intensity computation, dynamic tracking, made even Elis, with the aid of a biological computer, break out in a fine cold sweat on her forehead.
The pressure was silent and invisible.
She only felt a surge of overwhelming fear stirring in her brain, ready to erupt at any time, like boiling volcanic magma.
At that moment.
The Crystal Core at her brow was constantly pulsing, spirit, will, belief, soul, and body were in high alignment.
The world became slower.
"We, they, are just a bunch of disobedient rebels...."
The ancient Demigod's lingering consciousness seemed to see through Elis's essence, pointing the heavy sword at her:
