Risa had gone all out from the very beginning.
She did not hold back in the slightest.
Her intention was simple—win fast, strike hard, and catch Zeph completely off guard.
But reality was cruel.
Cruel to the point of despair.
Because the attack she had just unleashed with everything she had… had barely any effect at all.
Zeph's aura had not changed.
Not even a little.
That meant—
He wasn't injured.
Not even scratched.
As the dust and mist slowly dispersed, Zeph's figure clearly appeared in Elara's sight.
His posture was relaxed, his breathing steady.
The gray demonic energy around his body flowed calmly, like a thick armor that had never been shaken.
"He… wasn't affected at all?"
Elara's pupils shrank.
Her heart sank instantly.
From this alone, she could already see it clearly.
The gap between Risa and Zeph was far greater than she had imagined.
Risa was the most talented martial cultivator of the Sky family in recent generations.
