Even though she now had a vast amount of spirit that could look down on the entire Elf race, the more she had, the more Think could feel the gap between her and the monster in front of her. Just by closing her eyes, she could clearly feel that feeling of being wider than the land... Hmm?
What's going on?
It doesn't seem to be very wide?
It wasn't that this Flügel power was so weak that she could be on par with her. The gap still existed and was unbridgeable, but it was just that... you know, the feeling of the promised ocean turning into a pond?
The water cup was still the same water cup.
The battle between magic is, in the end, a battle of the amount of elves.
The ceiling is right there.
'And this body size, is it the state after being injured?', in just a moment, several guesses flashed through her mind. Although she knew it wouldn't have much effect, there were never the words "give up" in Think's dictionary.
The fact that no one paid attention to her for a long time made Jibril feel annoyed. Flapping her small wings, she floated behind Su'er.
"...I'm telling you, even if I'm in a rare good mood today, being ignored like this is also very - hmm?!"
Like a praying mantis striking with a blade, Su'er's tense body shot out, and he suddenly turned around and pressed towards Jibril! Along with it was the drops of blood that were scattered in the air!
Although Su'er's short sword was directly sent flying, Think's short sword was still by her side. This was a method that she knew wouldn't have much effect, but she had to choose to go all out.
The beautiful, glistening white dust fluttered again, landing on Su'er's body, which had lunged into thin air. After a few slight flashes, it completely disappeared.
"...What is this feeling?", her face suddenly became solemn. Jibril's eyes were fixed on Su'er's crimson blood that landed on the grass at her feet, "So disgusting, this strange and uncomfortable feeling..."
Obeying her instinctive intuition, Jibril even used spatial transfer directly despite the weakness in her body - you must know that after she instinctively used a miniature version of the Heaven's Strike to destroy the dwarf's flying ship, Jibril had already decided not to use such a high-consumption thing to reduce the consumption of spirit.
He lunged at nothing.
As expected, Su'er's heart was not even wavering. He was like a machine that wouldn't stop, acting according to the pre-designed program. Jibril's confusion had nothing to do with him, and Jibril's reaction had nothing to do with him either.
Without the slightest pause, Su'er once again raised Think's short sword and stabbed towards Jibril. His other hand, which was cut, still wanted to sprinkle the gushing blood on the Flügel body.
The mouth, the eyes, these things that could be penetrated. Only at this time did Su'er hate why the Flügel was not a race that ate meat and drank blood. In that case, he would only need to meet the enemy's intention and send his arm or flesh and blood in.
The fact that they were an energy life form composed of pure spirit was something Su'er didn't even want to think about.
"...So I said that these dangerous things - you can't carry them!", the fact that her words were ignored so casually made Jibril even more annoyed, and she had no intention of tolerating this anger. She just lightly turned a circle in the air and avoided Su'er's attack, and after a slight pause, she kicked Su'er hard.
Boom!!!
Like a launched cannonball, with a huge roar, Su'er pulled out a colored line in the air and in the blink of an eye, he directly smashed into the broken wall not far away, and a spiderweb-like crack spread from around his body.
This cannonball was unexpectedly fragile. Su'er only felt the sound of the wind filling his ears, followed by the pain from all over his body. The buzzing in his ears made him almost unable to hear the sounds from the outside. From his internal organs to every muscle, they were all stinging.
His ribs seemed to be broken.
"Puff cough!!", spitting out the blood that was rolling from his throat, Su'er estimated his injuries blankly. It was an overwhelming power.
The huge momentum from just now seemed to be gradually leaving now. He only felt that his body seemed to be sliding downwards, and broken stones were hitting his body.
"Uwaaahhh!!! He's going to die!!! The super high-rarity collection is going to die!!!"
The sound that broke through the endless buzzing and vacuum in his ears was the Flügel high-pitched scream. Before Su'er could even figure out what she said, in the next moment, he felt that he was picked up, and in the next moment, he fell into the warm water.
The familiar smell of medicinal herbs, the familiar temperature.
In her panic, that Flügel directly threw him into the pool where he had been soaking to heal his injuries before - headfirst.
He couldn't breathe. His mouth and nose were full of liquid. Just before Su'er was about to suffocate, he suddenly returned to the embrace of Mother Air and gasped for air.
That Flügel hurriedly pulled him out of the pool again.
The emerald-green magic circle was unfolding. In the corner of Su'er's eye, Think seemed to have finally blown the horn of counterattack. The magic circle she had written extended in the air with the hope of the two of them at this moment. The gathered elves blasted towards Jibril, who was flying in mid-air, in the most damaging form!
"This is... so annoying!", complaining in a low voice with disgust, Jibril released Su'er, whom she was holding, and let him fall back into the pool. She just casually extended her hand and blocked Think's attack.
"Cough cough, cough cough cough!", raising his head with difficulty from the pool to breathe, Su'er kept coughing, but thanks to this instinctive action, he also barely got some good news.
His ribs were not broken. They just hurt too much.
"You're just an extra collection, so why can't you cherish your rare life?", the huge amount of elves that were oppressing Su'er's breathing were gathering. Jibril planned to blast that weed who didn't know her place on the spot.
Anyway, there was only one head she truly valued. This weed who seemed to be close to it wasn't that important. It would be nice to have it, but it didn't matter if it didn't.
The number of elves she casually threw out exceeded the sum of the elves used by Think and Ronnie when they were fighting each other before. The next second after Jibril's voice fell, a light curtain tore towards the ground where Think was still kneeling.
"Think, cough, think!!, cough cough cough!!!"
So nervous that he shouted even while coughing violently, Su'er's eyes widened.
There was no scream, no shattered body.
Like a phantom in the mist, Think, who was just there, disappeared.