The Ancient Gold Dragon seized the opportunity, flapping its dragon wings and soaring into the sky. It raised the Fine Gold Staff in its claw, a dazzling pillar of fire shot out, bombarding Rose's foot blade.
"Boom!"
The golden flames slammed into the midpoint of the foot blade, instantly heating it red-hot, and the bristles on its surface were all reduced to ashes.
Rhea once again transformed into the Avenging Angel, leaping into the air with the Silver Sword held high, its blade etched with radiant patterns infused with immense Divine Power.
She wielded the Silver Sword with all her might, its shimmering blade descending from above in a sudden slash.
"Swish—"
Accompanied by the whistling sound of air being torn, a crescent white Light Blade, a hundred meters long, spanned the sky, slicing through space and striking the weakened section of the limb scorched by fire.
"Clang—"
