Free Web NovelDragged down by the masked men, Rotisha suddenly burst forward, charging straight at the Demon King under the rain of cannon fire.
In that instant, Aislin, Rotisha, and the ark’s gunners—without exchanging a single word—locked onto the same target, unleashing a blazing, blood-boiling combination strike.
Jiele Xiyin spun aside to evade Rotisha’s frontal thrust, but Rotisha immediately shifted her spear, forcing a close-quarter struggle. She fought with an exchange-wound-for-wound style, refusing to retreat!
It was pure recklessness. As a human, Rotisha dared to pit her frail body against the innate strength of a Demon King. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
Jiele Xiyin’s beautiful face twisted with fury.
A mere Hero, daring to resist her?!
In this world, only a handful of beings could stand before her and speak to her. Rotisha was not one of them!
“Die, you filthy—bitch!”
Jiele Xiyin’s body half-demonized, bending at impossible angles. Her eight extended spider spears closed in like the jaws of a carnivorous plant, trapping Rotisha in place, their tips driving toward her heart.
This was Jiele Xiyin’s favorite hunting method—seal off every escape, flood the victim with venom to disrupt their nerves, then deliver a fatal strike.
She did not need to forbid the Hero’s power outright; slowing Rotisha’s reaction by even half a second was enough. In that instant, her spears would rip open Rotisha’s fragile human body as easily as tearing bread.
But this time, she failed.
Aislin no longer hid her presence. Just as Jiele Xiyin moved to strike, the silver deer shot forward like an arrow, antlers blazing with divine light.
The radiant antlers were the sharpest blades.
The strike was brief, but dazzling. freёweɓnovel.com
Caught off guard, Jiele Xiyin’s right arm was slashed open, green blood splattering across the ice.
She had not expected to be wounded in a single exchange.
A deep gash split her arm. The injury itself was minor, yet humiliation and rage flared in her chest—outplayed by what she had thought a toy.
At last, Jiele Xiyin grew serious. She realized this was no game for amusement. The Hero and the elven deer were not simple playthings.
After her strike, Aislin darted away at blistering speed, neither retreating nor advancing. Her aim had been the Demon King’s heart, but a spider spear had deflected her—only the arm was hit.
That ambush had succeeded because it was unexpected. Repeating it would be far harder.
Still, as long as Aislin moved nearby, the Demon King could never devote herself wholly to Rotisha. Part of her focus would always be forced toward guarding against those antlers.
The silver deer withheld her attacks, but the threat lingered.
Jiele Xiyin, too, dared not strike carelessly. She would not risk her face meeting those divine antlers.
She had to admit—among the Seven Demon Kings, her strength in direct combat was near the bottom.
So the duel dragged on. Demon King and Hero circled each other like hunter and tiger, Rotisha wary of the masked men tightening their net, Jiele Xiyin wary of Aislin’s sudden charge from the dark.
Then, in a sudden burst, Jiele Xiyin accelerated—not at the °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° Hero before her, but at the swiftly moving Aislin!
As crisp and direct as a spider pouncing a moth caught in her web!
But Aislin was no moth. She was an elf blessed with the strength of her people’s god.
The instant Jiele Xiyin lunged, Aislin bent low, violently shifting her run.
Jiele Xiyin nearly tore off her foreleg, but instead only raked three wounds deep enough to resist healing.
Rotisha raised her hand to invoke her power, but the masked men swooped down faster. She had no choice but to turn and defend herself.
On the other side, Jiele Xiyin and Aislin broke into a deadly chase.
Aislin leapt and weaved, slipping past the Demon King’s pursuit. Jiele Xiyin stayed tight behind. Their movements etched twin trails—one silver, one red—spiraling across the ice in dives, turns, and sudden reversals.
But mere pursuit was not enough. Jiele Xiyin pushed harder, desperate to kill the elf.
Yet Aislin’s speed, borrowed from her god, was astonishing. Again and again the Demon King closed in, only for the deer to widen the gap at the final heartbeat. They danced like partners who knew each other’s steps, weaving a ballet of death across the frozen stage.
Such strength... Could she be the next heir of the elves? The thought struck Jiele Xiyin. The girl wielded powers far beyond ordinary elves. She must have been chosen by the Grand Priestess as successor.
Why that heir was here, she did not know. But her killing intent flared brighter.
Humans and elves alike were enemies of the demons. With every prodigy slain, the demon race grew stronger.
This elven girl could not be allowed to live.
Dark magic surged through Jiele Xiyin’s body. She vaulted into the air, then hung motionless, as if the entire sky had been woven with webs only she could see.
The ark’s massive cannon fire blossomed midair into blue fireworks—each shell intercepted by invisible threads.
Her gauze dress, shredded by her spears, exposed swathes of pale skin, but she cared nothing for it. Her brown eyes fixed on the silver deer below.
The Heroes had underestimated her. The Demon King did not walk only on earth—she strode the skies.
Jiele Xiyin wove threads only she could touch—lighter than feathers, drifting unseen, strung across the void awaiting her command.
During the chase, she had laced the air with them. Now, the entire sky lay under her control.
The strands beneath her feet compressed like springs. The air around her warped. When the threads released, they thundered like the ark’s cannons.
She launched like a bullet, spider spears spinning, their tips glowing hot from the friction of the air.
Eight spearpoints closed together into a drill, spinning as they hurtled toward Aislin, many times faster than before.
This strike could not be blocked. It could not be dodged. Not even the power of Reversal could stop it. Rotisha’s eyes could not follow her form at all; only the tearing shriek of the air reached her ears.
Aislin was swift, a deer that never stopped running. But Jiele Xiyin had turned herself into a bullet—one faster than even she could react to.
