Why can't humans do it too?

The goblin's chain was trying to hold back the elves, but the Skywing was itself a life form composed of elves, and its effectiveness was only meant to interfere. Now, at that locked spot, Jibril's thigh was almost losing its most basic form; it was becoming blurred, as if it might turn into a white ocean at any moment.

Aside from the spirits that maintain her form, Jibril is already in a weakened state due to the lack of spirits, and this weakness is even more pronounced now. The interference from the lock rings is so disgusting to her that she almost wants to vomit.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard!!!"

"Die! Die ...

Undoubtedly, Jibril has a personality that is easily swayed by emotions. She is angry at everything: at the creations of the goblin race, at the weeds of the forest elves, and at the otherworldly creature that, no matter how you look at it, is weak, yet has made her so miserable.

The anger reached a level that bordered on irrationality.

Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed the lock ring on her thigh. Light gathered in her palm as Jibril laughed wildly. The next moment, this pink-haired winged being ripped the steel lock ring to shreds!

boom!!!

The explosion seemed to destroy the world. In Sul's only remaining ear, all other sounds seemed to be lost, along with the huge crater and the ground reshaped by the explosion.

Having caused all of this at close range, the enraged Jibril didn't even care that she herself would be injured by the explosion. She knew that the body of the Skywing would prevent her from dying so easily, but that beast, that audacious otherworldly creature, had to die here!

Unfortunately, reality only fueled her already burning anger.

As if it had foreseen the future, the otherworldly creature, within those few seconds—or more precisely, the instant her hand reached for the lock ring—quickly lunged backward, scrambling away in a panic.

Only I was hurt.

This feeling of being seen through weighed heavily on Jibril's mind, causing her to completely forget everything else.

As the dust kicked up by the explosion was violently torn apart, Jibril floated there, panting, her legs slightly apart. However, the gray and white lightning that had been constantly flashing earlier had disappeared.

The bound thigh returned to normal, appearing only slightly whiter, as if it hadn't been injured at all.

But Sue knew it was all an illusion.

Chapter 147 Synchronization

The locks created by goblins can detonate any sprites within their range if they lose their target or are violently destroyed, and they are now proving their worth.

Thank you, Ronnie.

Panting heavily to regain his strength, Sull endured the throbbing pain in his head and even thanked Ronnie, who seemed to be doing nothing at the moment.

We can't give this Skywing species time to think, nor can we get too far away from her.

Almost the instant the smoke from the explosion dissipated, Sull gritted his teeth and lunged at the Skywing girl, an action that was exactly what Jibril wanted.

She was puzzled—why did this otherworldly creature seem to have foreseen the future and dodge in advance? It just barely avoided the explosion that would have blown him to smithereens?

Is he such a cautious, even timid, fellow?

No, Jibril denied it; she even saw a gleam of excitement in the otherworldly creature's eyes—a treasure not belonging to the cowardly.

Never mind, it doesn't matter anymore.

It doesn't matter if I can't summon weapons, it doesn't matter if the spirits are lost... it doesn't matter at all.

Jibril was even enjoying this feeling, this feeling of adversity, quite challenging. This pleasure made her put aside her thoughts and doubts, and instead grinned as she went forward.

She would tear that lowly bastard to pieces.

Real fragments.

Dancing on the edge of death is a dance where one wrong step will lead to certain death. In the eyes of the Skywing race, Suer sees no mercy or playfulness, only a chilling and sinister killing intent... But Suer walks perfectly on this tightrope, spinning and leaping.

Dodge, then counterattack.

All contact can be summarized into these two points. He didn't even dare to try to defend himself. With the strength of this Skywing species and the blessing of the elf, Suer suspected that if he resisted, his bones would be broken... or fractured.

boom!

With a nimble dodge, he delivered a hook punch to Jibril's cheek, and then deliberately smeared his blood on her eyes and mouth. Before the Skywing race could retaliate in anger, Sull dodged again—Oh no!

Perhaps because she had used this tactic too many times before, Jibril was clearly prepared this time. Her pink-haired winged face was covered in blood smeared on by Sull and was a mess, with only a cold smile visible on her lips.

Sull suddenly changed his position, trying to retreat quickly, but Jibril's counterattack came in the blink of an eye.

flapping its wings and lunging forward, Jibril mimicked the move she had just seen, delivering a powerful uppercut to Sull's ribs. The intense pain inflicted on Sull's internal organs caused his eyes to bulge out—No, no, he had to break free of her control immediately!

Screaming desperately in his heart, Suer tried to break free from Jibril's restraints, but the strength of this little girl-shaped winged creature was surprisingly great, and it was already too late.

Grabbing Sul's shoulders tightly, Jibril stomped her feet, which were floating in mid-air, onto the plane that had appeared out of thin air and was constructed by elves. Using this force, she slammed her knee into Sul's abdomen. Without even pausing, she spun around and delivered a whip kick to Sul's shoulder, sending him flying.

“…Huff, huff, here you go,” Jibril said with a cold laugh, her hands clenched loosely as if savoring the feeling from just now.

This was the same action that Suer had just performed on her, and now she was returning it exactly as it had been.

Without speaking, every additional word or breath was too much of a drain on Suer's energy. He simply swayed and endured the pain in his internal organs and arms as he stood up once more.

Riku had also taught him fighting techniques, but more on how to deal with attacks from wild beasts and how to hunt them. Fortunately, Sull now possessed a strong, well-trained body... Perhaps he should also thank the games he played in his previous life, as he still knew roughly what the moves were.

But... it really hurts.

My internal organs felt like they were being pricked with needles; I felt weak even when I lifted myself up, but thankfully…

His body moved again. Suer stared at the Skywing creature that pounced on him. It was too fast, so fast that his eyes could barely catch it. Before his head shattered, Suer fell forward to the ground, then quickly rolled over and grabbed the leg that was standing on his head—pulling it backward hard!

The pink-haired winged creature was ripped off, but what awaited her was a punch from Suer's backhand!

Bang! ! !

They fought like two wild beasts, or perhaps it was one beast ravaging another, even if it was just a young beast enjoying the feeling of this first encounter, while Suer waited.

strangeness.

It's very strange.

Rather, the more Jibril immersed herself in this novel experience, the more puzzled she became—why hadn't this beast, this otherworldly creature, fallen yet?

She could clearly hear his heartbeat, his muscles, and his body groaning uncontrollably. Logically, he should have been unable to get up by now, but why?

Why was he able to stand up?

No, even before these questions, what puzzled Jibril even more was the beast's abnormality—why could it see clearly and even keep up with her movements?

Even though he wasn't using his spirit to save energy, in terms of physical strength alone, the Skywing race's body, while not as strong as the beastman race's body which could break through physical limits, was definitely at the physical limit.

How could such an otherworldly creature, devoid of any special abilities or power, possibly see her attacks? How could it possibly keep up with her movements and retaliate?!

Once again, she kicked the beast away, choosing not to pursue it. Jibril straightened up and pondered, following her intuition, she looked at the weeds leaning against the tree.

Without even wiping the blood from the corner of its mouth, the weed stared blankly at them, its six-pronged pupils emitting a glowing green light.

On Jibril's other side, Sull, who had been kicked away by her, swayed and slowly got up again, seemingly oblivious to the pain, and raised his right fist once more.

Yes, Sue couldn't see the pink-haired winged creature's movements clearly. Such things were beyond his sensory range, and even if he could barely see them, his nerve reaction speed couldn't keep up with Jibril's movements.

But so what?

If you can't see clearly, isn't there still Xin Ke?

He entrusted everything to her, including his hope of survival.

—At least at this moment, they are one.

Now, we are one.

Chapter 148 Morbid

If you can't see the Skywing's movements clearly, then leave it to Xinke to see them.

If you can't keep up with the Skywing's movements, then just let Xinke control it.

Even with arms and legs that were so heavy they could no longer be lifted, Xinke still gave them the possibility of moving again.

The spell that Xin Ke activated when she realized her mind was being affected in the dark underground city of the goblin race would now become the pillar that kept the two of them together. Even Xin Ke couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of fate.

The independent control system established within Suer's body, bypassing the location of his soul, puts every muscle, every nerve, and even every drop of blood in his body under Xinke's control. The broken wounds no longer passively lose blood, and even pain and numbness will no longer affect Suer's ability to clench his fists—no, more than that.

The essence of this technique is to forcibly control and manipulate magical life forms. Even after Xinke modified it and used it on Suer, this essence remained unchanged, and it even had the same effect.

Despite enduring the constant pain emanating from his body, Suer could clearly feel the effect. Through the power transmitted by elves—a substance that was utterly unscientific and blurred the boundaries between reality and fantasy—the impossible was transformed into the possible. It was the blessing from Xin Ke. His body had even been strengthened to an inhuman degree, even if this strengthening was only a temporary effect when the spell was activated.

It's like putting a saddle on a mount.

Dodge, hit, counterattack...

With each punch and kick, Jibril seemed to see a pair of illusory eyes flickering behind this otherworldly creature, with six-sided halos residing in their pupils.

She had realized that she had been deceived. The damage to the weed was definitely not as serious as it appeared. Otherwise, it would never have expended so much energy to cast the spell, and the visible sprites were gathering together like silk threads.

Bang!

Arms clashed against arm, both Sull and Jibril felt the same pain, but neither of them showed any intention of stopping. For a moment, only dull sounds echoed in the ruins, the muffled thuds of flesh being struck.

Bang!

Aside from some dodging attacks on vital areas, it eventually turned into a monotonous exchange of punches, with both of them holding on and waiting for the other to fall first.

Even though she had already sensed the presence of the spell, Jibril had no intention of going beyond Sul to interfere with or kill Xinke. She seemed fixated on this point, determined to defeat this otherworldly creature head-on with her own fists.

Unable to understand, Suer blinked hard, trying to squeeze all the sweat that had gotten into her eyes, but to no avail. She could only shake her head vigorously to shake off the sweat and blood dripping from her face.

The Skywing species opposite was smiling.

He laughed in a way that Suer couldn't understand.

His face was covered in Sul's crimson blood, making his seemingly cheerful smile appear extremely distorted. However, Sul could clearly feel the joy of this Skywing creature at this moment. Even the anger from before had disappeared at some point, and only this chilling killing intent remained unchanged.

madman.

He was a madman he couldn't even imagine.

How much longer does he need to hold on?

Even though Xin Ke was already controlling the blood in his body and it wouldn't be wasted, Su Er didn't know how much blood he had smeared on the face of that Skywing creature during such a long entanglement. The words of the Forging God kept echoing in his ears—with the Skywing creature's elf quantity, could his blood really have any effect?

Unwilling to consider the worst-case scenario, Su'er, his consciousness numbed by pain, firmly believed that his blood could fulfill its mission.

Yes, it's definitely possible... even if it's just a little bit.

A silent blank.

After hesitating for a long time, Suer belatedly realized something: after temporarily separating from their entangled brawl, the pink-haired Skywing had not attacked again.

Unable to even maintain her buoyancy, Jibril knelt on one knee, panting heavily like Sull. But unlike Sull's numb cheeks, the pink-haired Skywing seemed to be intoxicated, her eyes narrowed and her smile widening.