Why can't humans do it too?

Is this entanglement due to Altshu's orders? Or is it a decision made by their own people?

"Neither of those~", Jibril said leisurely as she moved through the space, even having the energy to stretch. "It's not because of my master, nor because of those stubborn guys. If I had to give a reason, it would be for my friends this time."

【friend?】

The fantasy species cannot understand it.

"Hmm~, guess?"

Is it the wild beast that accompanied you?

The clever fantasy species immediately ruled out the forest elf that seemed most likely to be the answer.

slap~

“That’s right~” Jibril snapped her fingers coolly and said with a grin, “Since you didn’t guess it was that weed, my impression of you is going to improve~”

[Incomprehensible]

What I don't understand is that beast, this combination that is so bizarre even in countless years of war, and the words of this Skywing.

“It’s normal not to understand, but you’ll regret it if you underestimate my friend,” Jibril said, almost to herself, and couldn’t help but chuckle. “That guy may look powerless, weaker than the smallest ant, but he burns with the most intense flame in his heart…”

"Just how dazzling a light will it unleash when that suppressed flame erupts~~~, hehe~ I can't wait any longer~"

Suddenly changing her stance from simply dodging, Jibril appeared directly in the outside world, raising her right arm and calling upon the seeds she had scattered. Countless streams of water radiating a translucent white light crashed against the sprites bursting forth around her, continuously clashing against them and preventing them from getting any closer.

"So... let me lend a helping hand here for that possibility for my friend!!"

Jibril shouted words that Krilatini could not understand at all. She could not understand why this strange winged creature valued that ordinary beast so much. The only thing she could be sure of was that an anomaly had indeed occurred, within her body, in this world made up of the water she had purified.

In the past few days of fierce fighting, Jibril's probing attacks in search of Krilattini's core left behind countless tiny particles. Even though many of them had been broken and melted away by the water carrying the power of the fantasy species, countless tiny particles still remained due to the sheer number of them.

This is exactly the moment we've been waiting for!

Decades ago, the Forest Spirits led by Shinko used techniques to capture the Fantasy Species for research. These techniques were inscribed on countless small spheres. To counteract the unique power of the Fantasy Species, dozens of layers of counteracting techniques were also placed on the outside.

Like countless rays of light, finer than silkworm silk, piercing through the water and through space, so dense that even a moment of human sight would cause dizziness. These endless threads converged in Jibril's raised hand, like a hand holding a handle to manipulate a puppet's limbs.

As her hand moved, even though she didn't have the sense of pain, Clirattini felt a kind of illusion as if her body was shifting uncontrollably.

【! ! ! 】

"Found it~"

Compared to Crilattini's shock, Jibril's lips curled into a malicious smile.

With this detection technique, more intricate than a spider web, she finally tracked down the ever-shifting core of this fantasy species, leaving it nowhere to escape.

Bang! ! !

A burst of water erupted, and all the seawater swept up by the whirlpool—no, it should be said that the pure water purified by Krilati dispersed in that instant, more fragmented than exploding fireworks, so dense that it was impossible to avoid, but it did not bring Jibril the slightest danger.

With unimaginable decisiveness, upon realizing that the location of its core had been discovered by this Skywing species, the Fantasy species did not hesitate for a moment and directly abandoned its power, or rather, the world that extended from its body.

Seeking the utmost stability, He directly condensed His most essential power into a single point, concentrating the spirit within and firmly protecting His most important core.

"So cowardly! Ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly!!!" Krilattini howled in dissatisfaction. The choice Krilattini made was exactly what Jibril had expected. This ugly fellow had no dignity of a superior race, was completely unaware of the value of power, and only knew how to run away.

The moment He chooses to shrink, only defeat awaits Him!

After Xin Ke helped her weave the incantation, Jibril's strength underwent a near-qualitative change. The core, which she had already detected, was about to turn into water and merge into the sea when it was pulled back by an invisible hand.

Emerging from the rainbow-like spatial rift, Jibril appeared directly in front of Krilati's most critical weakness!

Chapter 212 Infiltration

Pushing her hands forward, countless sprites surged forth and condensed around Krilattini, forming several black walls that bound her core and the sprites protecting it together in a cube.

This is a move that Jibril learned from her always noisy older sister and also experienced firsthand.

Completely disregarding whether the surrounding creatures could withstand it, Jibril, except for leaving a sliver of strength, had transformed everything about herself into nerves connecting to the Elf Corridor, drawing upon the vast number of elves from the source of the Elf Corridor. If Sull stood here unprepared, his sense of touch would probably be directly destroyed by these brutal elves.

The absorbed spirit continued to compress and condense, as if it were about to become a tangible solid. However, instead of converging towards Jibril's hand as before, it was moving towards the dark tetrahedron in front of her that bound the core of the fantasy species.

The so-called Sky Strike is a simple magic spell that only has maximum power when it gathers a huge number of spirits into a single point. In the past, Jibril simply threw Sky Strike from her hand. When it reached the target, these spirits, which had been compressed to the extreme, would expand and explode again, thus causing maximum damage.

But what if such an explosion occurred in a confined space?

The answer is that the power of Sky Strike will increase exponentially. The pure black walls that Jibril constructed earlier were created to maximize the power of Sky Strike.

The halo above her head had already spun to its maximum speed, and even emitted an invisible buzzing sound. It could no longer be compressed. Jibril saw white spots appearing on the black wall in front of her. The unique power of the fantasy species was not fake. So, let's stop here.

Without gathering any more spirits, Jibril sent the Heavenly Strike into a pure black tetrahedron, then fled at top speed, not even having time to utter a cool and ruthless remark.

For the Skywing race, who are adept at manipulating space, simply confining Sky Strike to a tiny space and then unleashing it is something that can be done with effort. However, the power of Krilattini removes any additional properties of other forces and assimilates them into water. Therefore, these black walls become several fragile bags, which means—a massive explosion!!!

The explosion, which should have occurred entirely within the pitch-black tetrahedron, was leaked out because the fantasy species broke through the black wall. Although the expanding power had a chance to be released, most of it was still trapped in the narrow space.

The explosion, which seemed to tear space apart, revealed rainbow-like gaps that were usually almost invisible to the outside world.

This time, the core was clearly visible. The spirits that had been compressed to the extreme had exploded, and the spirits protecting the core were being blasted apart. This fantasy species hurriedly summoned its own spirits to try to patch up the gaps, while also rapidly infecting everything around it. But no matter what, this had become its biggest weakness at this moment.

Such a flaw is all too obvious to a race as perceptive as the Skywings—in fact, everything Jibril did was for this very moment.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Jibril transformed into a high-speed falling meteor, bursting through the air with a loud bang and leaving a long trail of flame!

With an almost self-sacrificing spirit, Jibril poured all the last of her remaining spirits into this attack, leaving no way out. It was all or nothing!

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, and everything froze, except for the 'meteor' falling from the sky, the way Krira Tetinie hurriedly tried to cover her core, and Jibril's silent, maniacal laughter as she fell.

boom! ! !

With a dull thud, the pure-colored water that Krilatitinina had been continuously gathering to protect its core froze in place, as if it had fallen asleep or lost consciousness due to the attack. From the outside, it showed no signs of being harmed, and its core was not destroyed. However, Jibril's increasingly loud laughter revealed that things were not developing in a direction favorable to the fantasy species.

Unlike Crilattini, who appeared to be in perfect condition, Jibril, who had delivered a powerful blow, was now in a completely miserable state.

Starting from her forearm, the entire front of her right arm completely disappeared. Only the white sprites could be seen emanating from the cut surface of the wound—no, they were turning into pure-colored water droplets. Even half of one of her wings had vanished.

Even with such severe injuries, Jibril continued to laugh—a genuine, uncontrollable laugh from the bottom of her heart. She knew she had won, won in every sense of the word. The sense of accomplishment and immense pleasure that followed her victory enveloped her, causing the pink-haired winged creature to squint her eyes slightly.

Even the lingering pain from the severed part of her arm couldn't diminish her joy. Today, she added another kill to her solo hunting record, even though she had used a lot of knowledge and techniques from the forest elves... But who cares! What she used is what she has! It's perfectly fair to say she hunted alone using her own strength!

So paying a small price is acceptable, right? Jibril raised her severed arm to examine it, then shook it forcefully, shaking off the water that had been converted from her arm. Just now, she had used this hand to hold the magic sphere that she and Shinko had created together to control the fantasy species, and smashed it into the core of Krilattini.

The price was that half of the arm that had penetrated deep into the core of the fantasy species was also swallowed up by His power.

【What's this?】

"Did it work?" Jibril turned around and looked at the creature with interest, noticing the panic in its voice for the first time.

No...it's impossible...this is impossible...

The words were completely incoherent, and the mind of the fantasy creature was perhaps already in chaos. It could clearly perceive what was happening in its core, the silent yet undeniable changes, and the will that was being constantly corrupted.

Chain-like spells spread throughout His core, touching and binding everything within their reach. Even His most primal power could not completely eradicate these spells, as if they were endless in number.

Gradually, it began to tremble. Jibril could see the pure-colored water around Krirattinee's core trembling. After a few breaths, it fell weakly into the sea, leaving only the core standing in place.

Chapter 213 The Death of the Fantasy Species

No, even the core trembled, as if new life was struggling inside, its smooth surface unevenly protruding outwards.

No...no!!

"Hey, you're not going to self-destruct, are you?" A bead of cold sweat trickled down Jibril's forehead as she suddenly realized something. "Didn't that weed take precautions against this?"

And where are they?

Jibril, who had used almost all of her elf powers, was now exhausted. According to the instructions from the weed before she set off, she would sense when the spell injected into the core began to take effect, and everything after that would be left to her—so where was she?

The streak of light shooting towards them from afar gave Jibril a sense of relief, but she immediately clicked her tongue in annoyance. She had already seen the two guys sitting in the man's most prized car.

Click.

The sound was like the shell cracking, there were very obvious gaps, and you could even see a mixture of green and white light through the gaps.

"Aaaaaah—Aaaaaaah!!" Jibril couldn't help but let out a mournful cry as she stiffly turned her head to look at the mutated core.

She was now almost powerless to resist. She had already achieved her combat objective and won the victory. Wouldn't it be too much of a loss to die at this moment, being dragged away by the enemy before he died?

Even if it was just symbolic, Jibril desperately flapped her remaining one and a half wings and flew into the distance.

She didn't want such a pointless death! Anyway, that weed said it was all up to her from now on, and if she couldn't do it, he could just laugh at her. In short—run now!

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"We really won!" With a wistful sigh, Suer floored the accelerator and flew toward Jibril's location.

Beside him, Xin Ke had her eyes closed, the soul stone on her forehead shining brightly, and several overlapping ring-shaped spells were undulating around her body.

Jibril's battle with the fantasy creature lasted for several days. During these days, Suer and Xinke were constantly on high alert at the edge of the battlefield. Until today, Xinke suddenly sensed something and urged Suer to hurry to the center of the battlefield. After getting into the car, she began to perform a remote spell in advance.

"It should be a Pyrrhic victory," Xin Ke calmly predicted.

“That’s a fantasy species, we’ll have to celebrate properly afterward,” Suer said with a smile, knowing that there wasn’t much good talk between the forest elves and winged creatures next to him.

The Great Leap Forward was incredibly fast; he had already spotted Jibril, and at the same time, Jibril had seen him too, and then—

"Hey!! Jibril?!"

Bang! !

Amidst Suer's exclamation, the pink-haired Skywing crashed directly into him, causing the Undying to tumble in the air. Although the Skywing had clearly restrained its power, Suer still felt like he could hardly breathe.