The moment Jaen Zar's black spear collided with Sevatar's soul spear, the space in front of her was instantly torn open, and a huge suction force was generated that almost dragged her spear away from her hand.
She had to change her posture, concentrate her strength on her arms, and pull the spear back.
Just then, the crack disappeared.
Taking advantage of the opponent's unsteady footing, Sevatar stepped forward, stabbing and slashing, feeling the vibration from the spear in his hand just as the heavy rain rushed through his eyes.
The situation suddenly reversed, and the Phoenix Lord went on the defensive, her face tightened into a ferocious mask, and her smile disappeared.
When she dodged and blocked, her soaked hair kept whipping over her wide-open eyes.
Guided by her anger, her spear turned into a blur of light and shadow, turning into a spinning dance drama.
"You really deserve your reputation..."
The Phoenix Lord shouted, with a flash of tremor in the corner of his eyes, and then dodged Sevita's sudden stab.
"But I will never fail!!!"
Jaen Zar howled sharply, and the hair on the back of his head stood out like some kind of irritated bird, like a huge screen.
The howling sound made everyone take a step back, including Soshiyang.
But Sevatar stood still, and in his mind at this moment there was only the soul spear in his hand, only the nerve current flowing through his body and driving him to chop and move, and only his steady blood and breathing.
The Phoenix Lord jumped up again, dancing into a whirlwind that seemed to be composed of blades.
Her speed exceeded the limit, so fast that she produced a sonic boom.
"Although your skills are superb, you are still not good enough!"
After half a breath, she suddenly thrust out her spear, and Sevatar raised his hand to block the opponent's weapon.
Then he felt a blow on his gauntlet and a crack, and then Jaan Zal stepped back, his rain-soaked hair and hair to the side.
Sevatar looked down at his arm. The arm armor was cut open and blood was dripping from it.
The Prince of Crows chuckled, then moved forward again, dancing the soul spear.
The Phoenix Lord dodged in the air cut by the soul spear, like a tree swaying in the wind, but the suction generated by those tiny cracks always disturbed her.
At this time, an armored heel suddenly appeared, kicking the Phoenix Lord's head back, accompanied by the sound of broken bones and a shower of blood.
Colorful colors exploded one after another in her sight, and the surrounding banshees let out a burst of nervous and painful roars.
Jaen Zar felt dizzy. She was blinded by her own blood, and all kinds of thoughts surged through her mind: anger, pain, shake, and... loss.
A normal human's skull would explode after receiving such a blow, but for her, it was nothing more than that.
She took a deep breath to dispel the buzzing in her head.
Sevatar was swinging the soul spear directly towards her head. The Phoenix Lord lowered his head in the extreme state and at the same time stabbed the spear with his backhand.
The black spear passed over the right side of Sevetar's abdomen, creating a spark and tearing open the plastic steel, bringing out a pool of blood.
The soul spear cut off her proud hair by the roots, turning it into black feathers all over the sky.
Everything comes to a standstill.
Missing a hit, Savita stopped and attacked again.
A drum-like heartbeat surged through his body. His world was at this moment. His existence was just what he had in his hands. There was nothing else and no need for anything else.
Jaen Zar's next move was already underway. Sevatar couldn't see it, he couldn't see anything at all, but he could feel it, like the silence before thunder.
His spear met the blow.
The force of the collision sent vibrations through his skull and into his teeth. He felt his spear moving, feeling the sound as it parried attack after attack.
He was retreating, his vision a condensing blur, his feet slipping in the mud.
The howling Jaen Zar was like a cutting whirlwind, sending blow after blow.
She is so fast, faster than the wind, faster than the lightning that keeps flashing in the distance.
But suddenly, as if the thunderstorm clouds suddenly dispersed and sunlight filtered through, an opening appeared in her movement.
Sevatar stepped forward and slashed down. He felt the impact when he hit the object, and then slashed twice more before the reverberation of the first blow dissipated.
Then the Phoenix Lord disappeared, dancing out of the contact range.
Sevatar paused for a moment, his intuition following the swift shadow.
The sound of rain hitting the plastic steel filled the tranquility of waiting.
Jaen Zar once again stood at the edge of the perception ring, blood decorating her armor, gradually diluting as the rain flowed through the dark copper-colored armor.
The black spear was still firmly in her hand, but her left arm was shaking, and blood was leaking from the joint of the elbow joint.
Her right breastplate was cracked, and the shield on her right thigh also showed spider web cracks. The frivolous smile in her eyes disappeared - her vision suddenly became vicissitudes of life.
"I may not be able to defeat you, but you can't defeat me either. The most likely possibility is that we will embrace each other and die."
Phoenix Lord spoke, and his words contained determination.
"I know this, and so do you."
Her lips were slightly open, showing off her smooth white teeth.
"But this one is worth singing."
"You're as fun-loving as ever."
After a long time, Sevatar finally spoke, and his voice had a texture like metal friction.
Phoenix Lord nodded.
"I exist only to serve."
Jaen Zar looked around, blinked, and motioned to the banshees who were already ready to make a move not to interfere.
Then she turned back to Sevatar and began to spin the weapon with her arms.
"Come on, let's finish this quickly."
"grown ups!"
Suddenly, Veronica, who had been pointed at by Soshyan with a sword, screamed.
"Wait, my lord!"
"Um?"
The Phoenix Lord turned his head in confusion.
"The tide has changed! The Great Prophet tells us to retreat!"
"retreat?"
Confusion appeared on Jaen Zar's face.
"I do not understand."
Veronica glanced at Soshyan carefully, and then said in a voice that only she and Jain Zar could hear:
"We no longer need to kill the Prophet! His fate has changed... In a way, he is dead. Talos of the Eighth Legion is dead!"
"But we have sacrificed so much for this moment."
Phoenix Lord gritted his teeth and looked very unwilling.
"This is the price of changing your destiny..."
"I will ask the Great Prophet for an explanation."
In the end, Jaan Zar obeyed. She raised the spear in her hand and let out a scream, and then the banshees slowly disappeared from the shadows.
Then she herself walked up to Soshyan, lifted Veronica up as if he was nothing, and disappeared on the edge of the battlements in two leaps.
During this process, Soshyan did not stop him because Sol warned him not to do so in the communication.
Before disappearing into the rain, Veronica glanced back at Soshyan. This look made him feel very uncomfortable, but he couldn't explain why.