Since he no longer had to maintain the astonishing consumption of the Stardust Wind, Jean now had the spare capacity to increase the flow of life force transmission to Frost Star.
Looking at Frost Star, whose complexion had slightly improved, Jean asked, "How is it, do you feel better?"
"Thank you, I feel much better."
"That's good. Once I rest for a moment, we will follow the sewer and rush out of the city."
"Really, is there really still hope!" Frost Star appeared somewhat uneasy; having just experienced despair and then encountering a turning point, she was afraid that everything at this moment was nothing but a bubble in a dream.
"Of course it's real. I will not give up on you, so you must not let go of me either." Jean leaned his head toward Frost Star's side and said with a smile.
"I know. This time, I will not let go; I won't miss the chance again." Frost Star said earnestly.
Neither of them spoke again. In the dim and silent sewer, Jean and Frost Star rested together. With the help of Jean's wind element, there was no foul odor, giving a feeling of peaceful, quiet time.
It was a pity that there were always unromantic things to ruin this beauty. In Jean's perception, the presence of Flame Spirits appeared once again.
He hurriedly stood up to prepare, only to see a large number of light spots gathering along various branches of the sewer, simultaneously igniting everything around them.
Metal pipes, concrete outer walls, and even the water in the sewer were burning.
He carried Frost Star on his back and tore the blanket he had just been using into strips to secure her.
He drew his blade and condensed the wind. This wasn't like being in the sea of fire just now; it was time to let these guys witness the true Gale Sword Technique!
At this moment, Frost Star's weak voice came from his back:
"Jean..."
"..." He waited for her to finish.
"Good luck."
"Oh!"
The corners of his mouth turned up. Having received Frost Star's support, Jean's spirits soared, and the emerald-green wind tide caused the surroundings to hum.
Then, anticipating the movement, he swung his blade down, and the suddenly accelerating Flame Spirits were severed in two just like that.
He swung his blade continuously again, and the others who launched attacks together also tasted the same bitter fruit.
After freeing his hands, he regained his usual sense of balance and could finally fight with abandon.
However, in order not to hurt Frost Star, he still maintained the overall stability of his body, fighting while waiting for the results of the wind element he had sent out earlier to scout the path.
The entire slum area was not that huge. Following the terrain, excluding dead ends and forks, the road leading to the outside was discovered after a few minutes.
He put his blade back into his spatial pouch, while simultaneously cupping Frost Star's thighs with his hands. In a starting posture, he reconstructed the drill-shaped wind shield from earlier and pushed forward through the sewer.
The perception of the wind was keen. Jean, mapping the area in his mind, sharply discovered that at the center of all the roads, there was a huge Flame Spirit, and all other passable roads had been destroyed.
'Since someone is inviting me, I shall accept the challenge.' That was what Jean originally thought, but after feeling Frost Star's presence on his back, he held back and rushed toward one of the dead ends closest to the outer wall.
Because of Jean's choice, these Flame Spirits also stopped their offensive and turned to prepare an encirclement, seemingly intending to trap the two of them here.
But Jean revealed a confident smile and charged straight toward the wall. The high-hardness drill created by the Stardust Wind bored a hole right through the concrete outer wall, and he drilled his way out.
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Finally breaking through the dark and miserable sewer, he saw the night sky of this Terra World and breathed in the fresh air, along with the fragrance of soil in the air.
Just at this moment, a voice suddenly rang out:
"I believed that you would certainly appear here."
A young man wearing a British-style cloak, with blue hair combed back, walked up.
"Who are you?" Looking at the man's familiar face, Jean felt a sense of absurdity.
"My name is Sherlock Holmes, and I am a consulting detective."
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