"Boom!!!"
In the midst of the dust kicked up by the frenzied winds, Daile's body violently retreated.
She glanced at the bloodstain on her clawed paw, now covered in aqua-golden scales and rapidly healing, then immediately turned her gaze toward the girl emerging slowly from the dust.
"I take back what I said," Daile's expression regained its calm, her pupils seeming to ascend with azure flames, "You are not weak."
"However…"
"Using my own beloved sword to injure me, you've got guts."
Lin Yue silently observed Daile, her wings of light fluttering slightly behind her, and like Instant Teleportation, she appeared instantly behind Daile, her sword following suit with a swift slash.
No special skill was needed, but this strike, empowered by the raging winds and extreme speed, felt as though it could cleave through anything in existence.
