Worthy of the descendants of heroic spirits, as Sistine completed her transformation, a mysterious layer of flame-like substance began to steam from her body, exuding an air of inviolable sacred majesty.
"This is... ha, interesting."
Feng Yi's gaze towards her opponent grew increasingly fervent.
'Impact.'
Sistine's lips parted slightly, gently uttering the secret language of the Titan Elves. As she spoke, her delicate figure transformed into a white rainbow across the clear sky; at this moment, even with a camera capturing the scene, only blurred traces could be seen.
Feng Yi's pupils contracted and expanded profoundly... so fast!
Boom!
A thunderous explosion echoed in the hearts of the spectators; people had yet to comprehend what had happened and only felt a buzzing in their brains, replaced by a scene of destruction—the original position of the Shadow Rider was shattered completely, forming a concave area over ten meters in length and width.
