Why can't humans do it too?

Sensation in his hands was gradually returning. Suer tried to support Xinke's trembling body, but the woman raised a hand and placed it on his arm for support, her sharp nails almost digging into Suer's flesh.

"Huh? That's really disgusting." Jibril said with a hint of disgust as she watched the scene. "Every time I see something like this, I feel like I'm going blind. Hey, as one of the intelligent races created by the false god, aren't you being a bit too... indiscriminate?"

After struggling to find the right words, Jibril couldn't help but ask the question she had wanted to ask for a long time.

However, Xin Ke still did not respond.

Amidst heavy breathing, he struggled to focus his mind and calm the traces of the rampaging spirit within him, trying his best to regain control of his power. This process was not difficult; in fact, it proceeded very quickly.

Even though the memento left by the groundhog was casually removed, and her power as an Eightfold Sorcerer was rapidly being regained, Xin Ke had no optimistic thoughts whatsoever. She didn't even think that this Skywing was too arrogant.

Unlike Suer, who did not yet have a true and accurate understanding of the immense power of the Skywing race, Xin could deeply feel the gap between the two of them, just like placing a cup of water on the edge of an endless ocean, a gap that no single person could bridge.

Just as casually as removing a cat's collar, simply because she finds it pleasing to the eye, Jibril, as a Skywing, certainly has the right to be so carefree.

Chapter 143 Fragile

Even though she already possessed a massive elf that could rival the entire forest elf species, the more she did so, the more she could feel the gap between herself and the monster in front of her. Just by closing her eyes, she could clearly feel that it was even wider than the land... um?

what happened?

It doesn't seem very wide?

It's not that this Skywing species' power has weakened to the point where she can rival it; the gap still exists and is insurmountable. But it's that feeling... like the ocean has turned into a pond, you know?

The water cup is still the same water cup.

The battles between magic are ultimately battles of magical power.

The upper limit is there.

'And this body shape, is it after the injury?' Several guesses flashed through her mind in just a moment. Although she knew it was unlikely to be of much use, the word 'give up' was never in Xin Ke's dictionary.

Jibril grew annoyed that no one was paying attention to her. She flapped her tiny wings and floated behind Sul.

"...I mean, even though I'm in a rare good mood today, being ignored like this is still really—huh?!"

With his taut body springing out like a mantis striking, Sull whirled around and slammed down on Jibril! Drops of blood splattered through the air with each strike!

Although Suer's short sword was knocked away, Xinke's short sword remained beside her. This was a method she knew wouldn't be very effective, but she had no choice but to take a desperate gamble.

The beautiful, shimmering white dust drifted down once more, landing on Suer's body, which had missed its target. After flickering a few times, it disappeared completely.

"...What is this feeling?" Jibril's expression suddenly turned serious, her gaze fixed on the crimson blood that had fallen onto the grass at her feet. "It's disgusting, this strange and uncomfortable feeling..."

Following her instincts, Jibril didn't hesitate to use spatial teleportation despite feeling weak all over her body—after subconsciously destroying the goblin's spaceship with a miniature version of Sky Strike, Jibril had decided to stop using such high-energy-consuming items to reduce the elves' energy consumption.

empty.

As expected, he missed his target. Sur felt no emotion whatsoever. He was like a machine that never stopped, acting according to a pre-planned program. Jibril's doubts were irrelevant to him, as were her reactions.

Without the slightest pause, Sull raised Xinke's short sword again and stabbed at Jibril, his other cut hand trying to splatter the gushing blood onto the Skywing.

Mouth, eyes—these are things that can be penetrated. Only at times like these does Suer hate that the Skywing race isn't a flesh-eating, blood-sucking race. That way, he could simply offer his arm or flesh to the enemy as they intended.

The fact that it was an energy life form composed of pure elves was something Sur didn't even want to think about.

"...So I told you that such a dangerous thing—you can't bring it!" Jibril became increasingly annoyed that her words were being ignored, and she had no intention of enduring this anger. She simply nimbly spun around in the air to avoid Suer's attack, and after a slight pause, she kicked Suer hard.

boom! ! !

Like a cannonball launched into the air, with a deafening roar, Suer streaked through the air in a colored line before crashing into a nearby broken wall, spiderweb-like cracks spreading out from his body.

The shell was unexpectedly fragile. All Suer could hear was the sound of wind rushing into his ears, followed by pain all over his body. The deafening buzzing made it almost impossible for him to hear anything from the outside world. His internal organs and every muscle were aching.

It looks like my ribs are broken.

"Pfft!!" Spitting out the blood that was gushing from his throat, Su Er blankly assessed his injuries, which were overwhelmingly severe.

The immense power he had felt earlier seemed to be gradually dissipating now. He felt as if his body was sliding downwards, with pebbles hitting him as he bumped against his skin.

"Waaaaaah!!! I'm going to die!!! This extremely rare collectible is going to die!!!"

The endless buzzing and the sound of the vacuum in his ears were pierced by the high-pitched screams of the Skywing race. Before Suer could figure out what she was saying, he felt himself being lifted up and then plunged into warm water.

The familiar scent of herbs, the familiar temperature.

In its panic, the Skywing creature threw him headfirst into the pool where he had been soaking to heal his injuries.

Unable to breathe, his mouth and nose filled with liquid, just before Suer was about to suffocate, he suddenly returned to the embrace of Mother Air, gasping for breath.

The Skywing creature swiftly pulled him out of the pool again.

A luminous green magic circle was unfolding. In Suer's peripheral vision, Xin Ke seemed to have finally sounded the horn of counterattack. The magic formula she had written, carrying the hopes of the two of them, extended into the air, and the gathered elves blasted towards Jibril, who was flying in mid-air, in the most damaging form!

"Ugh...so annoying!" Jibril muttered in disgust, releasing Sul from her grasp and letting him fall back into the pool. She casually reached out and blocked Xin Ke's attack.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Su Er struggled to lift his head from the pool to breathe, coughing incessantly. But thanks to this instinctive action, he managed to get some good news.

His ribs weren't broken; they were just in too much pain.

"It's just an add-on collectible, why can't you cherish your precious life?" A huge elf was gathering, pressing down on Suer's breathing at close range. Jibril planned to blast that weed that couldn't recognize reality to death on the spot.

In any case, she only truly values ​​one head, so this seemingly intimate weed isn't that important. Having it is a good thing, but not having it doesn't really matter.

The number of Pokémon that Jibril casually unleashed exceeded the total number of Pokémon that Xinke and Ronnie had used in their previous battle. The moment Jibril finished speaking, a beam of light tore through the ground where Xinke was still kneeling.

"Xin, cough cough, cough cough cough!!!"

So nervous that he shouted even amidst a violent cough, Suer's eyes widened.

There were no screams, no shattered bodies.

Like a phantom in the mist, Xin Ke, who had just been there, vanished.

Chapter 144 Xin Ke's Death! Due! Stand By!

is a phantom.

As soon as she finished constructing the magic formula, Xin Ke left that location immediately. She knew that place would definitely be met with a devastating attack from the Skywing race in the next second. These monsters would never let go of any life that had provoked them.

Her muscles felt like they were all knotted together, accompanied by excruciating pain like being cut with knives. Xin Ke forced herself to crawl, not daring to use too many Pokémon. Although the space was currently being washed over by the Skywings and the Pokémon she had gathered like a tide, she dared not gamble on the Skywings' precision in Pokémon manipulation.

Covert, deception, futile attacks.

Straining to open his still-doubled eyes, feeling dizzy, Suer even doubted that even if Xinke's attack hit this unsuspecting Skywing, it wouldn't cause much damage... Could it even break through its defenses?

Like a cat playing with a mouse, Xin Ke danced on the fingertips of the Skywing, while Jibril floated comfortably in mid-air, her raised right hand tapping casually in the air. The elves gathered in the air emitted a dazzling light, weaving a symphony of death.

In stark contrast to her playful demeanor, Xin Ke was in a completely disheveled state, barely managing to avoid injury amidst the precise and dense attacks, hovering at the very edge of the attack area.

The pain from the sudden release of the elf had not subsided; in fact, it had intensified during such strenuous activity. Xin Ke could clearly feel her body's limits slowly but surely approaching, and even her speed in dodging and casting spells slowed down—whoosh!

Xin Ke's body suddenly stiffened. Even though she had twisted her upper body with all her might at the last moment, the attack still hit her.

There was no bleeding; in fact, the area was charred the moment it touched the flesh, but there was no smell of burning. It was as if even the air had melted away. She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, and large beads of sweat streamed down Xin Ke's forehead.

"Well, is this all it takes?" Jibril felt that she had barely warmed up before the weed couldn't hold on any longer. This poor performance made her feel that her earlier cautious use of her few Pokémon for ranged attacks was really foolish.

Although they are life forms composed entirely of elves, they still have basic needs to maintain their existence and physical form.

This kind of battle, which is like crushing noobs... let's just call it playing around. This kind of boring play is making Jibril even sleepy. Maybe we should just stop here this time. Anyway, we've already got some super rare loot, so going back like this won't be a loss.

The only thing to be careful about is not letting my sisters steal my spoils... Hmph, she would never agree to transfer them!

What kind of interesting world is hidden inside that head? Let's find out later~ Hehe~

'No, damn it, this immature idea… This way of thinking—that the bodies shrink along with the bodies of the spirits after their mass exodus—is having a huge influence. We need to get rid of them quickly.'

The adorable smile that had just appeared on the pink-haired girl's face suddenly vanished as she forced herself to focus on the task at hand.

Having made up her mind, Jibril stretched out her right hand and raised it high in the air as if calling out to something. Black smoke was gathering—was that really an elf? The elf was gathering, the elf was solidifying, and in the blink of an eye, a huge, pure black scythe appeared in her hand.

The blackness was so extreme that even light could not penetrate it. The light emitted by the tiny 'sun' was swallowed up as it approached the scythe. Moreover, it devoured everything around it. Black smoke spread out, tearing at the surrounding space like tentacles.

"Ugh~, it seems a bit too big~", Jibril sighed, scratching her head in distress as she turned the scythe around with apparent difficulty.

Compared to her current size, the weapon Jibril summoned was significantly larger, clearly designed for her full power, but that didn't matter.

The moment she finished complaining, the pure black scythe shrank until it was just the right size for her to grasp.

"That's good now~", Jibril said with satisfaction, swinging her scythe in a crescent shape. She looked at the weed not far away, who was clutching its wound and panting as it looked at her, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

It wasn't spatial teleportation, but pure speed. With overwhelming momentum and wind pressure, Jibril appeared behind the kneeling Xinke in an instant, her black scythe raised high, accompanied by her mocking, childish voice—

Goodnight~

"—Weeds."

The black moon has fallen!

boom! ! !

There was no blood splattering, no pitiful screams. It was as if a giant bomb had exploded. The ground where Xin Ke was located was even turned into a deep crater. Amidst the rising dust, a golden figure pierced through the dust with the sound of the explosion and crashed without reservation onto a huge ancient tree in the distance.

It's Xin Ke!

Her arm was bent at an eerie angle, and just by looking at it, one could tell how serious her injuries were, not to mention the damage to her internal organs. Xin Ke's entire body was embedded in the bark of the ancient tree, and blood was constantly flowing from her body and mouth. Yet, even so, this woman was laughing strangely, her chest heaving as she laughed.

However, it is getting weaker and weaker.

The gushing blood flowed like a crimson stream, carrying away the body's heat and vitality. Suer even saw the blood pooling together and flowing down Xinke's legs, quietly seeping into the soil.

"Xin Ke... Xin Ke!!!"