Chapter 129: Chapter129-Bow or Die
Chapter 129: Chapter129-Bow or Die
Chapter 129: Chapter129-Bow or Die
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The nine Fallen Angels flapped their wings as they circled Leslie, exuding an intensely cold aura like the winter wind, leaving a layer of frost wherever they passed.
Surrounded by the nine Fallen Angels, Leslie had already expanded her domain of ice and snow to its fullest extent.
At the center of the domain, a translucent Order of Ice materialized, enhancing her domain in an attempt to keep the nine Fallen Angels permanently frozen in place.
However, as the domain of ice and snow reached them, the nine Fallen Angels, seemingly linked in mind and spirit, compressed the domain instead.
Leslie, not in the best condition, squinted as she scanned the nine Fallen Angels.
Then, within the domain, snowflakes swirled wildly like a blizzard, shrouding Leslie's figure and making her vanish from the Fallen Angels' sight.
The leading Fallen Angel, clad in blood-red armor, narrowed his eyes, filled with murderous intent and fury.
His gaze pierced through the domain like a sharp sword, slicing through the swirling snowflakes.
Yet, he could not see Leslie anywhere; it was as if she had vanished entirely.
At that moment, a sense of unease crept into his heart, as if a great threat was looming over him.
Suddenly, he noticed a snowball rolling across the snow-laden surface of the domain. Initially the size of a fist, it grew rapidly to the size of a house, and by the time it reached them, it was like a mountain, casting the nine Fallen Angels into its shadow.
The cold emanating from the snowball was incredibly intense.
Just being near it covered their wings with a thick layer of ice and snow, which then cracked and fell off, numbing and detaching from their flesh.
The leading Fallen Angel, clad in blood armor, charged forward to meet the snowball, punching it with all his might.
Bang!
The punch unleashed a surging force that blasted forward, creating an ever-expanding vacuum channel with waves of overpowering impact spreading in all directions.
Under the intense impact, the massive snowball's forward momentum slowed, then suddenly caved in and exploded, scattering snowflakes everywhere!
Yet, before a smile could appear on the blood-armored Fallen Angel's face, several dark figures suddenly shot out from the exploding snowball, dispersing and heading straight for the eight Fallen Angels behind him.
The eight Fallen Angels, sensing the sudden approach of the dark figures, instantly became alert.
Light flared up around them almost simultaneously, forming protective shields to shelter them.
Boom!
Just as their shields appeared, the scattered dark figures suddenly converged into two sharp shadows.
One of the figures was none other than Leslie, who had just vanished.
Her palm was filled with swirling cold air, spinning fiercely as she struck the chest of the Fallen Angel before her.
The protective shield he had just formed cracked immediately, torn apart by the sharp ice and snow, which then drove forward and pierced his chest.
The piercing cold wind was soul-chilling, shattering his armor into pieces like a cracked porcelain, and the cold wind seeped through the cracks, turning his flesh and bones into ice shards that fell to the ground.
In an instant, this Fallen Angel, who was comparable to a late diamond-tier mage, was reduced to ashes.
The mages watching the battle were all struck with a sense of horror.
They hadn't expected that even with the nine Fallen Angels working together, Leslie would still find a flaw and crush one of the Fallen Angels with unstoppable force!
And that was a diamond-tier mage!
Although not as terrifying as a master-tier mage, Leslie had just killed a master-tier mage, and her condition had visibly deteriorated.
Yet the power she unleashed was still so fearsome!
After Leslie dispatched that Fallen Angel, the remaining eight Fallen Angels' faces twisted with rage as they rushed toward her.
However, Leslie had anticipated this, and the other shadow beside her suddenly revealed its sharp edge at that moment.
It was her weapon, the Spear of Extreme Cold.
As the other Fallen Angels focused their attention on her, the spear flew through the air, unexpectedly piercing one of the Fallen Angels between the eyes.
The sharp tip of the spear instantly penetrated his skull, causing blood to splatter, and then his entire head exploded.
Another Fallen Angel had fallen!
This sudden turn of events shocked everyone once again.
Earlier, they had thought Leslie might not be able to handle these Fallen Angels, but in just one encounter, two Fallen Angels had already perished at her hands!
Leslie also breathed a slight sigh of relief at this moment.
While the combined power of these Fallen Angels was indeed terrifying, taking them down one by one wasn't as difficult as she had imagined.
However, just as she relaxed, she suddenly noticed that the Fallen Angel whose body had exploded seemed to reverse in time.
The shattered body reformed, turning into streams of water that flowed backward and restored him to his previous state!
"Your skills are indeed impressive, but unfortunately, the nine of us are one; you cannot kill
us!"
The blood-armored Fallen Angel glared at Leslie with fury, then joined the other Fallen Angels in forming seals with their hands, creating an intricate array of crisscrossing lights
that trapped Leslie at its center.
As the array's lights brightened, Leslie's sense of unease grew stronger.
She had managed to take advantage of their carelessness to kill two Fallen Angels, but now it seemed it was all for nothing!
Leslie frowned.
These Fallen Angels were already strange, and with the Order of Water's enhancement, they seemed like a dispersed whole.
It appeared that unless they were all destroyed together, it was impossible to kill them
individually.
Realizing this, Leslie immediately wanted to retreat.
The Fallen Angels were clearly aware of this.
What had initially seemed like carelessness, as if they had underestimated her, now appeared
to be a trap!
However, by the time Leslie realized this, it was already too late!
The light array confining Leslie grew ever more dazzling, its escaping light distorting space like a wave of heat, and a pure aura of destruction rose from the formation like the hottest
magma!
Bang!
In the next moment, red magma erupted like a fountain, with its core resembling a scarlet dragon that engulfed Leslie before she could react.
The intense heat spread instantly, causing the air temperature to skyrocket, like a parched desert. Each breath felt like fire searing the lungs.
Caught in the combined assault of the nine Fallen Angels, Leslie's situation became dire.
Her domain of ice and snow was distorted and shattered, the ice and snow evaporating from her body.
She was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the ground and creating a deep crater.
This sudden reversal left everyone watching with their mouths agape, faces full of shock. Seeing Leslie thrown into the pit, Owen's face turned crimson with rage.
He had already sensed something was amiss, knowing the nine Fallen Angels' secrets made defeating them individually unrealistic.
Now, reality confirmed his fears. As he struggled to recover, perhaps driven by his rising fury, Owen's recovery speed surged dramatically!
The nine Fallen Angels exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of murderous intent in the
other's eyes.
Although they had planned to lure Leslie into attacking and exposing a weakness, they were stunned when she immediately dispatched two Fallen Angels.
If not for their unique bloodline and the Order of Water's support, two of their number would
have fallen.
It's important to remember that Fallen Angels are extremely rare; losing even one is a
significant loss.
Leslie's combat power was too terrifying, and she was their enemy.
She had to be eliminated quickly to prevent future problems.
However, as they rushed towards the pit to attack Leslie, they suddenly shuddered, feeling an
overwhelming rage locking onto them from afar!
Turning their heads, they saw Owen, who had been lying on the ground, now standing. His once-weak aura was rapidly climbing, rising to a level that made them feel a sense of
danger.