[6 years ago]

【Western Aslan Empire・Far Northern・Condensed Cave】

The orange lightning figure was always closely behind Treya, fear following her, almost clinging to her back, like a Grim Reaper wielding a scythe, constantly brushing behind her ear, and the sound of the rapid wind turned into a sharp blade, as if it was about to cut her throat at any moment.

Treya raised her soul power to almost the limit, and she flew forward at full speed, leaving a series of light footprints in the snow, and she was like a black and white mixed light and shadow, speeding through the ice and snow. The wind swept the hem of her hunting goddess's skirt like a tumbling lotus flower in the snowy region.

Treya's soul power was rapidly depleting, but she didn't dare to stagnate in the slightest, and the ghostly swift figure behind her was amazingly fast. Over the years, Treya had mastered all kinds of information in the water field, and in her memory, it seemed that there had never been a psychologist in the history of Yaslan who had reached such a terrifying speed purely by relying on soul power. Even Shira, who claims to be able to increase his speed to the limit so that he can travel through time for a short time, will definitely not be able to reach the speed of the pursuer behind him if he does not activate his talent.

It's not just speed, Treya can clearly feel the all-destroying power hidden in that orange lightning, as well as the vigorous vitality like the scorching sun, which is extremely rare among soul magicians, for example, Siriel, the sixth degree lord who is known for his life force healing power, he can't have agile speed, and Chira, who is known for his speed, can't have the ability to attack and damage like a rage like the netherworld...... There seems to be a force in this world that controls everything in the world of soul magic, maintaining a delicate balance.

However, the pursuers behind him seem to have upset this balance. From the perspective of Treya's perceptual judgment, his abilities are outstanding in all aspects, and there are no obvious weaknesses and shortcomings.

But that's not the most frightening.

What is really frightening is the person behind him who can't see clearly, only a blurry and flickering orange shadow, and his talent is still hidden in the unknown fog. His current surging soul power and rare speed were just his regular combat state.

And from beginning to end, the pursuers behind him did not use any water elemental soul arts, or launched soul beast attacks, his pursuit was simple and rude, but it was extremely effective, direct and sharp, without any fancy mud and water - Treya finally realized in despair why the Silver Priest would let such a monster wait for her: because in the face of such a direct hand-to-hand combat that was almost in a desperate state, Treya's thing made her proud, The ancient horcruxes that crisscross Yaslan, able to resist all indirect attacks on the skirt of the goddess, are useless at the moment, it looks so ridiculous and stupid, and the powerful horcruxes that have teased countless princely apostles in the palm of their hands have been completely reduced to a graceful gauze skirt with no gorgeous appearance but no defenselessness in front of this person.

The thunderous soul power behind her became stronger and stronger, and she felt that she would be torn apart by the other party at any time.

Therea knew very well in her heart that if she ran away endlessly like this, she would be caught up by the other party sooner or later. To maintain the current speed of not being caught up by the other party, the consumption rate of soul power is too fast, if it goes on like this, it should not last long, once the soul power is broken, it cannot be continued, and the crazy sharp soul power behind him only needs a few seconds to cut his throat. In fact, at this moment, Treya had already begun to feel that her soul power was gradually beginning to decline, but the monster behind her, Treya keenly sensed that his soul power was still as surging as when he just flashed out of the cave, as if he had always been at the peak of the battle...... But how was this possible? could he have been able to achieve such an astonishing speed with sheer physical strength, without consuming any soul power?

After confirming that there was an unobstructed view of the empty flat ground ahead, Treya simply closed her eyes completely, completely closing the innate vision of the flesh in exchange for a more accurate perception and capture of soul power. In the pupils under her constantly trembling and undulating eyelids, there was an endless turbid white mist surging at this moment, and her large-scale perception of soul power had been released to the limit, and she was trying to grasp the flaws or loopholes in the soul power of the pursuers behind her, however, even if she completely closed her sensory vision, she could only sense that the frenzied and chaotic soul power behind her, and it was as difficult to capture flaws and flaws in such a violent and chaotic soul power as it was to identify the precise flow of wind in a raging storm.

She gritted her teeth, suddenly stopped her body stiffly, and then turned her head sharply-

"Squeak-"

In the quiet sky above the snowy field, a few screams of insects suddenly crossed sharply, and the orange lightning figure stopped instantly, and then quickly retreated, the whole process was almost without any stagnation, there was no slowdown buffer and reverse acceleration process at all, it seemed as if the physical principles of this world had been invalidated in his body - however, it was still too late, and the air instantly expanded with a strong smell of blood.

The woman's body, which was beautiful and touching just now, is like a skin pierced by countless bayonets. Countless razor-edged limbs and long legs screamed and stabbed out of Treya's body. There seemed to be a myriad of giant praying mantis trapped under her skin, wielding bladed forearms, struggling to get out, and Treya's charming face, a dozen short tentacles as sharp as daggers pierced her face mercilessly, and she could even hear the sound of sharp blades piercing through the bridge of her nose. At the moment when all the sharp blades broke through the body barrier, they grew angrily in the wind, turning into a life-threatening weapon facing forward, and the chaotic screams of "squeak" in the wind and snow were endless.

"Poof. ”

"Poof. ”

A series of dull and indistinct sounds of flesh and blood.

In the open snowfield, the light is so intense that it blinds, and everything seems to stand still.

The cold swallowed up all the sounds, and only an eerie silence remained in the ear holes.

On the vast expanse of snow, two black silhouettes stood still. One could see that he was a tall man with strong muscles, and the other could distinguish the silhouette of a woman's sexy curves, but in that silhouette, the blades continued to pierce one by one, and kept inserting into the body of the man opposite.

Treya's beautiful face had been cut into flesh and blood by countless sharp short blades, and the only intact remaining pair of delicate lips rose gently upwards at this moment—of course she had reason to be proud, her control of the dark state was no longer the rustiness of the little girl back then. She is able to grasp the best balance of proportions, and if she has more, she will fall into eternal night, and if she has less, she will lose her power over everything.

However, her smile only bloomed for a moment on her horrible shattered face before it solidified into a stiff arc. She watched as the man on the opposite side of his body was covered with blades, as if he had never been hurt or felt any pain, and pressed against the blade step by step, the blade piercing his chest, shoulders, and thighs...... The gurgling of the blade against the bones was creepy.

The man stretched out his slender and powerful hand, Treya only felt a flower in front of her, and there was a sharp pain in her right chest, the man's hand was like a thin blade, between the lightning and fire, it was easily inserted into his chest, the thoracic diaphragm was rudely torn, a large amount of blood poured into the lungs, surging up along the trachea, Treya's throat instantly gushed out a large amount of fishy sweet blood, she gradually felt more and more difficult to breathe, she could clearly feel the fingers of the man opposite, in her own body shuttle and explore, finally, his hand grabbed his collarbone, and then pulled hard。

In the white vastness of the world, a spray of blood light. (To be continued.) )