The scorching fury burned away all of Zhao Yingyue’s reason in an instant.
She saw it with her own eyes.
The summoner girl who, just a second ago, had been laughing innocently like a child—whom she had subconsciously categorized as a “weakling in need of protection”—[Bunny], was swallowed by that abyssal maw, just like that, as if it were nothing.
Like a giant crushing an ant—casual and unquestioned.
This absolute indifference, regarding life as dust, stung a warrior’s pride far more than any act of brutality.
“Beast——!!!”
A shrill, distorted scream erupted from the depths of Zhao Yingyue’s throat.
The sound was like a tigress bereaved of her cub, laced with primal despair.
Her alluring phoenix eyes, once mesmerizing, were now veined with blood-red fury.
Scarlet true qi surged like boiling magma, making her black qipao billow violently!
“Zhao Yingyue, stop! She—”
Faluxil’s face turned ashen.
She screamed, trying to remind her of the player’s undying trait—not to risk her life for someone who could revive!
But her warning was cut short by a sound more terrible than any words—a sonic boom that tore the air apart.
It was already too late.
Zhao Yingyue became a crimson long rainbow piercing the heavens, fusing her speed, strength, will, and every drop of her life force into the divine weapon Red Dragon in her hand.
Man and spear became one.
At the tip of the spear, under the surging red true qi, an ultimate sharpness was forged, enough to pierce all things.
The Azure Dragon King’s secret martial art, the ultimate spear technique—Secret Spear Technique: Solitary Dragon Drill – Heaven-Burning Fang!
This strike surpassed the limits of mortal martial arts, a pure, concentrated will to “penetrate” pushed to its utmost extreme!
The Abyssal Serpent Lord’s massive head, rising like a mountain, seemed not to notice the tiny red flash rushing toward it.
In its long life, it had seen too many such challengers.
It simply turned its head slightly, planning to smash the red light with the hardest scale on its brow.
But it underestimated the resolve of a top martial artist burning her own life.
“Pshhh——!!!”
A sound like a red-hot steel spike driven into giant leather echoed in everyone’s ears.
Time seemed to freeze.
The unstoppable crimson rainbow pierced beneath the Abyssal Lord’s eye, stabbing deep into a slab of obsidian scale!
The spearhead sank nearly a foot.
A clear crack split the indestructible scale.
Thick, inky-green serpent blood oozed from the wound, running down the spear and dripping onto the mountainside, sizzling holes wherever it fell.
A trifling wound, yet an earth-shaking humiliation.
For the first time, emotion flickered in the Abyssal Lord’s eternal Verdant Giant Eyes.
It was…rage—at being wounded by a lesser creature!
“ROARRRR——SSSS——!!!”
A howl blending a screech and thunder burst from its throat.
The counterattack came faster than sound.
Its tail—mistaken for a mountain—swept in from the horizon like a black whip of doom, crushing toward the tiny red speck clinging to its face.
Shadows enveloped all with despairing speed!
Faluxil’s pupils contracted to pinpoints as she watched the massive tail descend on Zhao Yingyue, too fast even for her to cast a protective spell!
“BOOM——！！！！！”
The impact dwarfed even the Abyssal Lord’s roar.
Zhao Yingyue’s delicate yet tenacious form shattered before the force, as fragile as a porcelain doll smashed by a hammer.
Her protective true qi broke instantly, and with a heartbreaking crack of bone, she was flung like a stone shot from a catapult, vanishing into the distance at a speed too fast for the eye to follow.
Her once-blazing red silhouette carved a trail of blood through the air before crashing into a mountain of solid rock on the other side!
“Rumble…”
The cliff was struck as if by a siege hammer, and spiderweb cracks radiated outward from the impact point.
Boulders collapsed and tumbled down, carving a deep pit dozens of meters across.
In an instant, Zhao Yingyue’s presence vanished completely.
As if the burning flame of life had been snuffed out by a single, merciless blow.
But it wasn’t over.
The Abyssal Lord’s violent thrashing turned the battlefield into a raging sea, hurling everyone into the air.
Red Dragon Guards, agile as they were, and magical girls attempting to stabilize themselves with flight spells, all became leaves swept up by the storm, thrown hundreds of meters high before plummeting toward the earth.
The shadow of death loomed over all.
As she was thrown skyward, Faluxil drew Frostsnow Trigger, firing ice-blue chains to grasp at her nearest subordinates.
But before such overwhelming calamity, her efforts were like drops of water on a burning cart.
She could only watch helplessly as her companions tumbled through the air, faces twisted in despair, falling toward the hard ground below.
It’s over…
The thought surfaced for the first time in her ever-calm mind.
Order Command: Chains of True Word.
At that final moment—when all seemed lost, when everyone was about to become shattered flesh—a net of golden threads, gentle as moonlight and starlight, appeared from the void.
Each strand radiated a soft yet unbreakable energy.
They spread, intertwining into a massive net beneath the falling girls.
“Thud… Thud…”
The girls landed on the light net, their deadly descent absorbed and dispersed until they merely bounced gently, suspended unharmed in midair.
Faluxil jerked her head toward the voice.
Atop an untouched mountain peak in the distance stood a lone figure.
He wore scholar’s robes and gold-rimmed glasses—the long-delayed [Sage of Jingwei].
No trace of his polite smile remained; only grave seriousness filled his face.
He extended one hand, fingers spread.
Countless arcane runes flowed around his hand, weaving the golden web that saved them all from his outstretched fingertips.
His gaze swept calmly over the raging Abyssal Lord, past Zhao Yingyue’s body embedded in the cliff, and finally to the survivors caught in the net.
“It seems,” his voice echoed in the minds of every survivor, tinged with a frustration at his disrupted plans, “the situation is a little more chaotic than I anticipated.”
“ROARRRR——SSSS——!”
The Abyssal Lord’s soul-shaking bellow rang out once more.
Its Verdant Giant Eyes turned, like twin stars of doom, locking onto Faluxil.
“Yingyue…”
Faluxil’s lips trembled with anger and grief.
She struggled upright within the golden net, eyes fixed on the ghastly crater in the mountainside.
Dust swirled, rocks fell—she could sense no trace of Zhao Yingyue’s life.
“Commander, now is not the time for sorrow.”
[Sage of Jingwei]’s voice was steady in her ear.
He remained atop the distant peak, one hand sustaining the vast net.
“Though General Zhao’s strike was not fatal, it broke the hardest scale on its head. That is its only exposed, structurally weakened point!”
Faluxil’s gaze sharpened instantly.
Following [Sage of Jingwei]’s direction, she saw it—a crack nearly a foot long beneath the Abyssal Lord’s eye, leaking inky blood from the wound punched through by the Red Dragon’s spear.
On such a colossal being, the wound was small—almost negligible—but it was like the first breach in an impenetrable wall.
“All survivors, hear my command!”
Her voice, amplified by magic, rang out with authority and icy resolve, scattering fear and confusion.
“Magical girl squads, teams of three! Choose your attack positions freely! Abandon all defensive spells and channel your remaining mana into your most penetrating single-target attacks!
Icicle, light spear, wind blade—it doesn’t matter the cost! Target: beneath the Abyssal Lord’s left eye, at the damaged scale!”
“[Shadowfang Breaker]!”
She turned to the silent player assassin.
“You are our fastest striker. The Abyssal Lord’s main body is too large for your normal attacks to have effect. Use your speed to harass its sides and back, distract it, and create openings for our ranged attacks!”
“Red Dragon Guards! Protect the magical girls’ casting positions—block all debris and shockwaves! You are their last shield!”
Orders fell in rapid succession.
Under Faluxil’s leadership, the near-broken team became a rewound war machine, precision gears clicking into motion once more.