Pushing her hands forward, countless gushing spirits condensed around Devil, like a few black walls, forming a cube that confined its core and the spirits protecting the core.
This was a move that Jibril had learned from her always-noisy sister, and had also personally experienced.
Without a care for whether the surrounding creatures could withstand it, Jibril had already turned everything about herself into a nerve link to the Spirit Corridor, except for a trace of spare power. She was drawing a huge amount of spirits from the source of the Spirit Corridor. If Su'er were to stand here without any protection, his sense of touch would probably be directly destroyed by this brutal spirit.
The spirits that were drawn in were continuously compressed and further condensed, as if they were about to turn into a substantial solid. But unlike in the past, they were not gathering in Jibril's hand. Instead, they were gathering towards the black cube in front of her that was restraining the Phantasma's core.
The so-called Heavenly Smite was a simple magic that had the greatest power only when the huge spirits were converged into a single point. In the past, Jibril would simply throw the Heavenly Smite from her hand, and when it reached the target, these spirits, which were compressed to the extreme, would expand and explode again, causing the greatest damage.
But - what if such an explosion happened in a confined space?
The answer was that the power of such a Heavenly Smite would increase exponentially. The few pure black walls that Jibril had constructed before were created to amplify the power of the Heavenly Smite to the maximum.
The halo on her head had already rotated to its highest speed. In a trance, it even emitted an invisible buzzing sound. It could no longer be compressed. Jibril saw white spots appearing on the black wall in front of her. The unique power of the Phantasma was not fake, so, it would end here.
No longer condensing spirits, Jibril sent this Heavenly Smite into the pure black cube, and then she escaped as fast as she could, without even having time to say a cool and harsh word.
For a Flügel who was good at manipulating space, it was something that could be done with effort to confine the Heavenly Smite in a very small space and make it explode. However, Devil's power was to remove the additional properties of any other power and assimilate it into water. Therefore, these black walls became a few fragile cloth bags, and this meant - a huge explosion!!!
The explosion, which should have completely occurred inside the black cube, leaked out because the Phantasma had broken through the black wall. Although the expanding power had a vent, most of it was still confined in the narrow space.
An explosion that would even tear space apart, exposing the rainbow-like gaps that were almost invisible.
This time, the core could be clearly seen. The spirits compressed to the extreme had blasted open the spirits protecting the core. This Phantasma hurriedly gathered its spirits, wanting to make up for those few loopholes, and at the same time, it was also quickly contaminating everything around it. But no matter what, this had become its biggest flaw at this moment.
And such a flaw was too obvious in front of a sensitive race like the Flügel - in fact, everything Jibril did was for this moment.
Having captured this fleeting chance of victory, Jibril completely turned into a high-speed falling meteor, making a sonic boom as it broke through the air, and leaving a long tail flame behind!
With an almost self-sacrificial momentum, Jibril poured all the remaining spirits she had saved into this one blow. She left no room for retreat. It was either success or death!
Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Everything was frozen, except for the 'meteor' falling from the sky. Devil hurriedly tried to cover its core. Jibril let out a silent wild laugh as she fell.
Boom!!!
A muffled sound. The pure colored water flow that Devil was constantly gathering to protect its core stood still there. It was as if she had fallen asleep, or had fallen into unconsciousness because of this blow. From the outside, there was no sign of her being harmed, and her core was not destroyed. But Jibril's gradually growing laugh revealed that things did not seem to be developing in a way that was beneficial to the Phantasma.
Unlike Devil's seemingly intact state at this moment, Jibril, who had made a huge blow, was now completely miserable.
From her forearm, the front of her entire right arm was completely gone. She could only see white spirits overflowing from the cross-section of the wound. No, they were turning into pure colored water and dripping down. Even half of one of her wings had disappeared.
But even though she had suffered such serious injuries, Jibril was laughing nonstop. It was a laugh that came from the bottom of her heart and that she couldn't control. She knew she had won. In every sense of the word, she had won. The sense of accomplishment and the huge pleasure after winning were enveloping her, making this pink-haired Flügel unable to help but narrow her eyes slightly.
Even the pain that was constantly coming from the cross-section of her arm could not erase her happiness. Today, her record of hunting alone was plus one again. Although she had used a lot of the Elf's knowledge and spell formulas in the middle... but who cares! Since she used them, they were hers! It was also not a problem to say that she hunted alone with her own power!
So it was okay to pay a little insignificant price, right? She raised her broken arm and observed it. Jibril then shook it hard, shaking off the water flow that had been converted. Just now, she had used this hand to hold the sphere of the spell formula that she and Think had worked together to create to control the Phantasma, and she had blasted it into Devil's core.
The price was that half of her arm, which went deep into the Phantasma's core, was also swallowed by its power.
[This... what... is... this?]
"Is it working?" Jibril was a bit taken aback by the panic in this Phantasma's tone for the first time. She turned around with interest and watched.
[No... cannot... this is impossible...]
The words were completely chaotic. The Phantasma's sanity might have been in chaos. It could clearly sense the things that were happening in its core. A silent but undeniable change, a will that was constantly being contaminated.
One chain-like spell formula after another was spreading in its core, touching and binding everything they could touch. Even its most fundamental power could not completely eliminate these spell formulas. It was as if they had an infinite number.
It gradually began to tremble. Jibril could see that the pure colored water flow that Devil had gathered around its core was trembling. A few breaths later, it fell weakly into the sea. Only a core was left in its original place, completely bare.