"Delusionally thinking of processing humans into Voidrangers... Lord Ravager... you have some nerve!" Blake closed the book and slowly walked below Jing Yuan.
"Wow... Reinforcements arrive to save the scene at the critical moment. Phantylia is done for now!" March 7th celebrated in advance. As everyone knows... popping champagne at halftime is never a good thing.
In the next second, Blake was swept away by a fan from Phantylia.
Stelle, March 7th: ...
"NO!!!"
"Pontiff Blake! Why did you drop the ball at the critical moment!!"
"Oh~ I get it." Stelle's eyes instantly became clear, explaining to March 7th: "This is what's called being cool for no more than three seconds."
"The battle situation is changeable; do not be careless." Welt was as steady as Mount Tai. With the blessing of [Eternity] bestowed by Adrian before the battle, he seemed even more cautious.
Dan Heng was still concerned about Jing Yuan's state. Phantylia couldn't hurt him at the moment, but the hard control buff was truly ridiculous; once controlled, one couldn't break free.
At this moment... a hero was still needed to step forward and distract Phantylia.
This heavy responsibility... naturally fell on Stelle.
"Eh? Teacher Dan Heng, will this really work?" March 7th's gaze moved back and forth between the two, seeming like she was the only one kept in the dark.
"Leave it to me... Hey, Phantylia! Dare to come down and spar with me?" Stelle threw out the Lance of Preservation. This time she didn't use any weapons related to [Eternity], relying purely on herself.
"Hehe~ Benefactor, goading won't work on this humble girl~"
Phantylia reminded repeatedly. Just now, to blast Blake away, she had specifically consumed the energy of four bottles of special effects milk tea. Now she still had five bottles left; wonder if she could last through this.
"Hmph... petty person, eat a strike from the Galactic Baseballer first!"
"Laughable." Seeing Stelle run up and deal scratch damage continuously, Phantylia sneered disdainfully, then focused her target on Jing Yuan.
"General... let us start over, shall we?"
Phantylia concentrated, pouring the lethal amount of [Destruction] energy within her body into Jing Yuan.
"Hahahahaha~ General, where is your Lightning-Lord you are so proud of now? Without the blessing of [The Hunt], you are ultimately just an insect unworthy of notice."
"Hmm?"
After waiting for a long time, realizing Jing Yuan was perfectly fine and showed not even a trace of [Destruction] characteristics, Phantylia was confused.
Wait... when did the General of [The Hunt] tread the Path of [Voracity]? Is he seriously this good at absorbing?
While Phantylia wasn't paying attention, Stelle activated the [Eternity] Hourglass. A powerful suction force burst forth, and invisible chains bound her and Jing Yuan.
"Hahahahaha! Use it for me!" Stelle felt the continuous stream of power. A pale red Fool's Mask had appeared on her arm at some point, cooperating invisibly with the hourglass necklace.
The Fool's Mask acted as a converter, ensuring this energy wouldn't harm the human body. For some reason... Stelle felt this mask also embezzled a bit of energy for its own use.
"No... wait!"
Phantylia wanted to cut off the transmission belt, but it was too late. Jing Yuan turned the tables, using Phantylia's own power to restrict her.
At the same time, to prevent Phantylia from feeling her body being hollowed out and becoming a shriveled corpse, losing too hastily... at the critical moment...
"Hai hai hai~ I'm here! Haven't seen you for a moment, did you miss me?" Blake's voice was like a tranquilizer, piercing deeply into everyone's hearts.
"Lord Ravager Phantylia, I've come to help you!"
Blake waved his big hand, and the familiar routine played out again. He unreservedly injected his own [Eternity] energy into Phantylia.
"Don't come over ahhhhh!"
Phantylia wanted to cry but had no tears. How on earth did they come up with such a perverted method?!
Thought having enough [Destruction] energy would be enough to process Jing Yuan into a Voidranger, but didn't expect a god-tier vacuum cleaner behind him! Even if Jing Yuan didn't have the [Eternity] secret art on him, with Stelle's assistance, he wouldn't be harmed.
The key is... Phantylia cannot break free from this state of forced energy transmission. The only way to crack it is for the energy to run out and go offline in humiliation.
So, the kind-hearted Church Pontiff, widely acclaimed throughout the universe—Blake, took action!
Blake helped Phantylia extend her energy. As soon as there was a bit of loss, he replenished it. He was an Emanator of [Eternity]; the last thing he lacked was Imaginary energy.
"Everyone! It's now..."
"Hold on!" Blake stopped Jing Yuan. "I'm not the only one who came here; there is also a special friend."
"Miss Tingyun, use that move on her!"
Blake shouted to the outside, filling Phantylia with energy with one hand and unsealing the delve with the other.
In the mist, the first thing to appear was a pair of lively fox ears. Just looking at the silhouette, no need to think... it was Miss Tingyun herself.
March 7th rubbed her eyes in shock. "Eh? Miss Tingyun? For real... I'm not seeing things, right?"
"Benefactor, please lend this humble girl a hand." Tingyun snapped open the bone-gathering fan. Her expression was as quiet as new snow covering a pool.
The corners of her lips, which used to be filled with smiles, lost their warmth, as if all joy had frozen into ice crystals and sunk into her bottomless eyes.
"Got it!"
The Fool's Mask exerted force again, transferring all energy into Tingyun's body.
Leaving aside Phantylia's experience of [Feeling Hollowed Out] for now, the moment the energy was drawn away, Stelle truly experienced what it felt like to have her [Body Hollowed Out]. Her originally confident expression instantly became painful.
Tingyun's fingertips clasped the fan ribs, having taken out the fan-shaped weapon Freesna had modified for her in advance... As a Priestess of the Church of Eternity, how could she not have some special skills.
Mmh, just changed her staff into a fan shape; essentially, there's no difference.
...
For the time that followed, Phantylia personally experienced what it meant to be better off dead. Tingyun kept attacking her with that fan cannon. The damage wasn't high... pure scratch damage, but the taunt level was extremely strong.
Stelle couldn't get away as the middleman, so the task of scratching alongside Tingyun was handed over to Dan Heng and the others.
"Mr. Yang, at least put in some effort," March 7th complained while fighting.
"Cough cough... getting old, haven't warmed up properly yet."
Welt brushed it off. With both an Emanator and an Aeon present, there was absolutely no need for him to fight seriously.
Even if Himeko came down, it would be the same situation. The orbital cannon probably couldn't hit this place.
"Wait... if we keep fighting like this, isn't the one getting hurt Pontiff Blake?" Fighting on, March 7th finally realized this problem.
"March, we have to trust Pontiff Blake. Look, General Jing Yuan and I haven't said anything." Stelle looked up; she had completely gotten used to this feeling of being filled with energy and then instantly emptied.
"Wow... that's why he can be the General. This perseverance isn't something ordinary people can achieve."
March 7th looked at Jing Yuan, who had been tied up in the air by the Ambrosial Arbor the whole time, and smiled awkwardly...
Wait, why does she feel the color of the Ambrosial Arbor has darkened? Is it an illusion?
Seeing Tingyun was getting tired, Blake simply stopped the energy supply.
Boom!
Phantylia's body exploded instantly, and Blake was unsurprisingly blasted away again.
"Well done, General of [The Hunt], but what I lost was just a body made on a whim... And you, how much longer can you last?"
Feeling the power of [Abundance] constantly draining from her body, Phantylia's heart was in turmoil, but as a Lord Ravager, she definitely couldn't lose face!
"Hehe~ The day of the Xianzhou's destruction is coming."
"Go, pawn of destruction. Tell the Legion: The revenge of [The Hunt]... will surely come!"
Phantylia didn't hesitate, turning to run immediately.
"This meaningless farce should end."
In the next second, a voice more reassuring than Blake's appeared!