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Seeing the fragment in Yaeger’s hand, Farat and Rosalina were shocked, sensing the immense power it contained. “You have ten seconds to regret your actions,” Yaeger declared, her fist clenching as golden light seeped from her fingertips, bathing the corridor in a golden hue.

The divine energy that burst forth left everyone in awe. Those who had barely clung to consciousness after her previous attack were now rendered unconscious by this new wave of energy. Farat and Rosalina grew solemn, sensing an ominous premonition.

Layna, on the other hand, watched Yaeger with excitement, her fists clenched. She hadn’t anticipated [Princess] possessing such a formidable ace up her sleeve. The mere aura of the item was daunting.

Yaeger then absorbed all the sacred golden light, transforming into a golden cocoon.

“Stop her immediately!” Farat commanded, lunging forward to slam his fists into the cocoon. Simultaneously, Rosalina, moving swiftly, drew two gleaming blades from her robes and struck.

The cocoon, despite the heavy assault, remained unscathed, not even phased by the impact. Farat’s pupils dilated as he attempted to withdraw his fists, but was caught off guard when a golden fox tail emerged, sending him flying and causing a sharp pain in his ribs before he coughed up blood.

Rosalina, witnessing Farat being repelled, felt dread and contemplated retreat. But as the golden cocoon shattered, revealing Yaeger adorned in a golden fox coat and radiating powerful holy energy, Rosalina knew escape was futile. Yaeger’s smirk seemed more menacing than any demon’s grin to her.

In an instant, a golden fox tail ensnared Rosalina. “I caught you,” Yaeger’s voice chimed, followed by a flurry of punches and the assault of the remaining eight golden tails. Rosalina’s blades were destroyed and knocked from her grasp, the subsequent barrage of attacks leaving her feeling as though she was being hammered by a battering ram, her nerves on fire and her mind overwhelmed by pain.

Yaeger unleashed over a hundred attacks, not holding back, determined to subdue Rosalina quickly. With Farat at Level 70 and Rosalina at Level 65, both formidable, Yaeger knew that even with the Holy Spirit Shard enhancing her strength, confronting them simultaneously would be challenging. Targeting Rosalina first was strategic.

Farat, having just landed, was both shocked and infuriated. Shocked by Yaeger’s unexpected power surge and angered by the pain inflicted. His fury boiled over, yet it subsided as he watched Rosalina being decisively overpowered by Yaeger. As a skilled warrior, he recognized her strategy, understanding the tactical choice she had made.

“Don’t even think about it!” Despite his reluctance to acknowledge it, her previous attack had convinced him that she was now just as strong as him. Without Rosalina’s assistance, Farat was facing a difficult fight, a scenario he desperately wanted to avoid.

He charged towards her like a cannonball, his fists aimed at her seemingly vulnerable head and chest, planning to inflict severe injury while attempting to rescue Rosalina simultaneously. Yaeger, sensing the imminent attack, launched a powerful final punch into Rosalina’s stomach, propelling her away.

Rosalina crashed into the wall, creating a crack upon impact and embedding herself within it. Blood trickled from her lips as her eyes rolled back, losing consciousness after a brief twitch.

At the same time, Farat’s double punch was about to slam into Yaeger’s weak points. ‘I did it!’ he thought, believing that landing a heavy blow on the Black-hearted Princess would significantly turn the tide in the impending battle.

“Die!” His fists, thunderous as they descended, were aimed to obliterate Yaeger’s head and chest. However, the expected carnage did not ensue. “This sensation feels wrong!” Farat realized, his strikes meeting only air—an afterimage of Yaeger.

“Five seconds left,” Yaeger’s voice echoed from behind. Farat, shivering, spun around defensively, only to find that the anticipated attack never came. Instead, Yaeger stood before him, serene as a wind fairy, wings of wind unfurling behind her. “I told you, I’ll give you ten seconds,” she stated, her calmness contrasting sharply with the situation.

Farat, momentarily taken aback, flushed with anger rather than embarrassment. “How dare you look down on me!” The notion that she had afforded him and Rosalina ten seconds was a blatant show of arrogance, igniting his fury.

Stepping forward, Farat enveloped his fists in wind energy, which spiraled and expanded, akin to a forming tornado. This force sent the remaining soldiers tumbling, their screams adding to the chaos.

“Wind! King! Fist!” Farat roared, unleashing two formidable tornadoes that merged into a singular, catastrophic whirlwind aimed directly at Yaeger.

Meanwhile, Yaeger prepared her counter, “[Pierce The Heavens].” The sacred golden light that had enveloped her coalesced around her sword, now held in both hands, its aura and radiance foreboding.

As she swung her weapon, a golden wave of holy energy clashed with the oncoming tornado. The resulting collision shook the tenth floor, threatening its very stability.

Almost instantly, the outcome was clear. Farat’s tornado was obliterated, and the wave of light overwhelmed him, leaving no time for any reaction.