The seawater was becoming clear. No, it should be said that every drop of water was emitting light. It was not dazzling, but the gathered light was enough to illuminate this sea area. Unlike the gloomy, deep black sea around it, the seawater in front of Jibril reminded her of the sea in Su'er's world that he had once spoken of—an indigo blue under the sunlight, clear and transparent.
The power of the Phantasma was operating, and the seawater was also flowing according to its will. It was like countless pieces of silk that were smoothly intertwined, and it spun like a vortex. The outermost layer was still a bright indigo blue, but the closer to the center of the vortex, the purer white it became. Layer after layer of water curtains covered each other, forming an impenetrable barrier.
Jibril could not and dared not easily stop it, and a sneak attack was also out of the question. She just looked on with a gloomy face as the Demon King gradually appeared on the sea surface.
Unlike Avant Heim, the capital of the Flügel, this Purifying Water was much smaller and did not contain a world within its body.
[Then... come and take it yourself...]
The attack of Devil appeared even before this faint voice did. It was a huge tsunami that was created out of thin air, like a giant wall that covered the sky and the sun, vowing to drown the boastful Flügel flying in the sky under the sea waves.
Jibril did not choose to break through the tide head-on. She just cautiously dodged it infinitely. Besides the huge tsunami that was coming from all sides, there was also the insidious stream of water that Devil shot out. This cunning Phantasma had not even shown its face until now.
Dancing in the strong wind and tsunami, Jibril flipped her body and wings, accurately dodging all the hidden water streams that were attacking her. From time to time, she would disappear in one place by traveling through space, and in the next second, she would appear from another. However, this Phantasma seemed to have already anticipated her movements. The tides that were created one after another chased Jibril and never fell behind.
The high wall built between the sea and the sky finally fell, giving her no place to escape.
There was no mockery or extra words. Jibril was surprisingly quiet during a battle. She just raised her hand and in a flash, summoned her black giant scythe that would even devour light. Then she swung it forward with all her might!
It cut through the tsunami!
But this was not right. The power was too weak.
Jibril, who had temporarily broken through Devil's blockade, let out a dissatisfied click of her tongue and looked at the gap she had just broken through. The constantly surging water was mending that broken curtain again—the power was too weak.
If it were a tsunami formed by normal seawater, then according to Jibril's estimation, her attack just now would have been enough to directly split this part of the sea and the sky. However, the reality was that it only caused a small wound like cutting a finger.
No, it was far more than that.
The handle of the pure black giant scythe rotated in Jibril's palm. The lightless blade was in front of Jibril—it could no longer be called a lightless scythe.
This scythe had a superfluous color, which was blue. It was a translucent water that was infecting it as if it were devouring its blood, devouring everything of this scythe little by little, converting the lightless mass into the purest seawater, forming a deficit. The uncontrollable water was dripping downwards. In a few seconds, this black scythe was already missing a huge chunk.
Jibril simply waved her hand and completely scattered her weapon. Her face became uglier.
Her caution just now was right. The water flow of this Phantasma could not be contaminated.
"You're amazing, aren't you? I think your ability is even more dangerous than the Death Fog, you know?" Jibril suddenly raised her voice and said with a smile.
The Death Fog was also the name of an Phantasma, and it was even the most dangerous existence among the Phantasmas that had been confirmed in the entire world. Its body was completely composed of mist. From a large thick mist to the smallest drop of dew, once you were swallowed by it, you were completely doomed. Even a Flügel could not avoid the fate of falling.
"At the very least, the Death Fog just brings the most equal depletion and decay to all the existences it touches, whether organic or inorganic. Not to mention whether it contains the concept of death or time, your power is different but equally dangerous, isn't it?" While speaking, Jibril flicked her finger and sent a ball of spirits into the curtain of water that swept past her. She then watched that ball of spirits gradually disappear, gradually change, and gradually... drip.
"...Washing away all the additional power properties and restoring them to the purest spirits, whether they are substantial or not, will eventually be transformed into the most ordinary water flow by your power... Is this the origin of the name Purifying Water?" Jibril summoned her weapon again. She clearly saw that although the scythe was not being contaminated by the water flow, the missing gap had not been completely filled back.
Obviously, her weapon needed to be remade after the battle.
"How troublesome..." As if muttering to herself, Jibril scattered the scythe again. "As an enemy, this ability is a bit too tricky..."
[Since that is the case, how about you retreat now?]
Incredibly good-tempered!!!
Devil, who had just created a huge wave as if it was enraged and was going to kill this daring and disrespectful Flügel, even thoughtfully opened a gap in the water curtain to signal Jibril to get lost.
To be honest, even Jibril was a little speechless that the fighting spirit had reached such a low point. What was that word? Su'er said that her persistent entanglement was called what? A crazy woman?
"...That won't do~," Jibril shook her head hard, shaking off the strange word she had heard from a certain man, and refused with a smile.
[Your weapon has already disappeared. Are you going to fight me directly with your mortal body?]
"Ah~, don't underestimate the preparations of a genius Flügel... Tsk, have I started to call myself that after staying with that weed for so long?" Jibril clicked her tongue and said, "Anyway~, this is something I promised my friend, so how can I give up so easily?"
"Besides, if I were to give up just like that, I would definitely be mocked by that weed, right? Tch~," When she said this, Jibril's expression suddenly became unhappy.
[You will die.]
A flat warning from the Phantasma.
"Ah~ maybe?" Jibril didn't take this warning to heart at all. She just raised her right fist and said casually.
"I think you're the one who's going to die, you know?"
As her voice fell, Jibril's entire body turned into a stream of light.
Boom!!!