Amidst the swirling dust, wisps of black smoke emerged from their bodies, while the indelible silver light on his chest ceaselessly eroded his dark magic power; this was the power of the ultimate sublimation in Sigrid's fist intent.
But after successfully hitting Asksan and the man in the black robe, Sigrid's body sustained severe injuries once more.
Her aggressive fighting style forced the two to defend themselves by attacking, engaging in a desperate bid as aggressive as her own.
Sigrid's entire aura weakened significantly, tottering on the ground, yet her pair of amethyst-like eyes still shimmered with unwavering determination and resolve.
"Asksan, stop holding back!"
The man in the black robe, enduring excruciating pain, struggled to stand up, shouting towards Asksan who still had some strength left.
The ominous feeling in his heart was validated; perhaps Sigrid could cast spells again and return to her peak state.
"Sigrid, don't think about recovering again!"
