The Demon Race did not understand what Su'er meant, nor could it know the feelings in Su'er's heart. When this Demon Race opened its huge mouth again and struggled to bite Su'er, this man pressed a button and directly ejected from the flying ship. Then, this exquisite flying ship shot out spirits and crashed directly into the Demon Race's mouth.
Boom!!!
A flash of brilliant light flashed out from its mouth, followed by a huge explosion. Broken pieces of flesh and blood splattered out from its mouth, which was not completely closed. The Demon Race's head trembled violently. Its huge pupils instantly shot out blue body fluid. Its body, which was still struggling desperately, lost its resistance after a moment of stiffness. There was no other reaction except for the occasional instinctive twitch.
Su'er signaled Jasmine to release the water's confinement. The backpack behind him shot out flames of spirits, allowing him to fly in the air. Watching the huge body of the Demon Race fall into the water and cause a huge splash, Su'er felt a sense of relief.
He had really won, before Think and Jibril arrived.
"Hey! Hey~~~hey!!"
Jasmine's shouts came from below. This Siren was about to get so excited that she couldn't control herself - she really did it! She killed the Demon Race that had been harassing her sisters! She was the best queen!
Jasmine's mind had already fast-forwarded to the step of how to record her great deeds on a seashell.
"Stop shouting, stop shouting. Be quiet," Su'er controlled his body and flew down to the sea surface, trying to appease this blue-haired Siren who had swollen up like a balloon.
"Hey, hey! Su'er! This is it, right! The story of working together with an ally to kill the invading enemy! That's the story, right!" Jasmine only felt that she was experiencing double the happiness. "As expected! The ally I chose is amazing!"
Are you for real?
Su'er looked at this Siren, who was so excited that she was circling him on the waves, with a strange expression. He would never forget the oath he had just made - had this idiot Siren forgotten that she almost killed her ally just now?
He didn't expect that such an idiot would be so concerned about the word 'ally'... Unfortunately, Su'er would rather find another way to make the Siren do what he wanted to do, and he would not entrust his safety and the success of the matter to them.
A race that was unexpectedness No. 1.
When his previously excited nerves gradually relaxed, Su'er only felt that he was extremely tired now. If he could, he just wanted to rest well for a while. Unfortunately, the Siren who chose not to dive into the sea to escape but stayed and resisted the Demon Race with Jasmine were a bit too energetic. They were now surrounding him and making a lot of noise.
"Eh? What's that?"
Suddenly, a sharp-eyed Siren raised her finger and pointed at the horizon.
It broke through the clouds in the red sky, drawing a fast-extending straight line. Looking at the destination... it seemed to be here?
It didn't take long for this rainbow line to stop in front of Su'er. The flames that were gradually dissipating revealed her figure. As Su'er expected, the person who came was Think.
"...I thought Mr. Monkey would have a more difficult time, you know?" Think's gaze swept over Su'er and the boisterous Siren next to him. She raised an eyebrow and said, "It seems I came a bit early~"
"Ah, not really..." Su'er sighed deeply. He stood up and flew towards Think's side. "On the contrary, you came at just the right time. Let's go to Jibril's side quickly."
"Heh~," Think chuckled and didn't say much. She just made a space for Su'er on the flower ship.
The Siren, who were curious about what Su'er and Think were doing and shouted that they wanted to come too, were directly driven back. A few changes in direction and acceleration also brought problems for these low-intelligence darlings of the sea to keep up.
Although it sounded like they were going to help Jibril, in reality, there was no room for weak races like the Elf and Imanity on the battlefield of the Flügel and the Phantasma - at least a single Elf, even a genius like Think, could not intervene.
The power of that Phantasma was showing its might without any restraint, spreading wantonly in the ocean. It was not just the ocean. Even the clouds floating in the sky were all contaminated. Everything seemed to be turning into the purest water flow.
Even watching the battle was difficult. Devil's power had completely transformed this corner of the world into its unique world. Su'er had no idea how Jibril was fighting in a world where she couldn't even get hurt.
Continuously traveling through space, without a fixed trajectory or landing point, Jibril tried hard to make her movements seem random and unpredictable. The huge amount of spirits and special talent provided her with enough confidence to implement such a strategy.
But even so, not being able to find a breakthrough for a long time was also quite troublesome for Jibril.
This Phantasma was simply too cowardly. Even her core, just like the Death Fog, was an existence that was difficult to find. Her special form of existence also provided her with a great convenience to hide and constantly move the location of her core.
The battle between the Flügel and the Phantasma had turned into a strange war of attrition. The feeling of all attacks hitting nothing and only being able to helplessly dodge made Jibril feel a constantly rising sense of frustration.
It was not that she hadn't provoked it. But in front of this timid Phantasma, all the provocative words that were always effective against those higher-level races in the past became useless. Jibril even used otherworldly words she had learned from Su'er. However, the Phantasma's reply after listening to all her words politely was always the same - [Then, how about you retreat now?]
Not only that, but every time, she would thoughtfully open a gap in the water curtain to signal Jibril to get lost. The result of this, which was not an intentional provocation, made Jibril feel that her blood pressure was constantly rising. She wanted to burn, she wanted to release all her power.
However, she was very clear that the power of a single Flügel was nothing compared to an Phantasma.
According to Jibril's past experience, before successfully subduing a higher-level race, she had to endure at least more than ten times the number of defeats and injuries.
So, would this be a new beginning?