"Pierce through, Elf Secret Arts: Whirlwind Web Arrow!"


    A transparent, colorless passage of air formed instantaneously in the sky, while the arrow flew through it, unseen, as if the shooting and the hitting happened at the same moment, making it impossible for Hexia to evade.


    The powerful jet-ck spiral arrow pierced through her body, causing heart-piercing pain, then dragged her crashing to the ground, where it pinned Hexia''s limbs down.


    High above, Temisia did not rush to pursue her fallen sister but spread her arms once more, grasping the jet-ck magic swords that bloomed from the ck Rose in her hands again.


    The purple in her eyes slowly burned, as the jet-ck magic sword gained ayer of enchanting purple me, then the two swords in her hands merged slowly into one, finally forming a dangerous, broad ck-purple greatsword.


    In the deep purple, almost ck crystal, countless brandings spread like an intricate circuit, with strands of golden light flowing through them, driving theplex high-rank Aijeika forme.


    Annihtion. Curse. Deadly Poison. Instant sh.


    Oneyer after another of dangerous transcendent effects were added to the de.


    "Farewell, Hexia."


    With beautiful butterfly wings pping, Temisia descended slowly with the ck-purple demon sword in hand.


    Her speed was not fast, and in this gradual fall,yer uponyer of enchanting purple magic power pressed down, bringing an oppressive, suffocating momentum.


    On the ground, pinned down, Hexia struggled fiercely, managing to free her right hand from the seal of the ck spiral arrow, then grasped the blue ancient sword that condensed out of thin air and shed horizontally before her, severing all the spiral arrows.


    Looking up at Temisia gradually descending from the sky, she knew that there was no escape now. With such dense magic power and momentum, the moment she would break into Temisia''s vicinity, she would be stalled by the sticky,pressed waves of air, making it hard to move her body.


    What to do? A multitude of thoughts shed through Hexia''s mind.


    There was no time to choose carefully; it had to be this way.


    She discarded the sword in her hand, spread her arms slightly, and the Crystal Ground at her side trembled violently, erupting with fierce gem spikes that were not the same crystals as before but seemed like purified crystals extracted from underground rocks.


    A towering Gem Forest rose from the ground, reaching for the sky, its colors varied and brilliant, and yet utterly transparent, reflecting multiple images.


    After such a move, Hexia felt a wave of weariness surge, almost causing her to lose her footing, but she managed to recover a little atst.


    She couldn''t use such talent abilities anymore, or else she would faint outright, she realized clearly.


    In the air, Temisia shattered each rising gem pir with her sword, still not reducing her momentum. She didn''t care about the speed of her descent; instead, she focused on maintaining her absolute suppression of Hexia.


    The ck-purple magic power burned, the greatsword waved, turning each gem pir into falling rubble.


    Amidst the scattered debris, a figure with ck hair and a white dress suddenly appeared, and Temisia cut down instantly, but the figure shattered like ss, nothing but a reflection illusion.


    Hexiaunched herself to the side of Temisia. She didn''t have any more time or strength to condense a weapon capable of shing with Temisia; she had to risk it for survival.


    Her pale palmnded on the de, causing it to skew slightly, dodging its swing, and then Hexia gripped the hilt of the broad demon sword as if joining hands with Temisia over the weapon.


    A blue glow emerged at the end of the deep purple, near-ck magic sword, and then it spread upward. The two were natural twins, and regardless of whether it was their souls or the essence of their magic power, they were almost identical, with none of the rejection that other transcendents might experience.


    Deep purple and pale blue fought and consumed each other within the demon sword, struggling to overpower one another, and for a moment, they were equally matched.


    "Now you remember you have a little sister," Temisia red at Hexia, the purple in her eyes nearly zing.


    "I have never forgotten, sister," Hexia retorted, her eyes also igniting with a blue magic me.


    "Fool!" Temisia swung the sword with all her might, trying to let the greatsword strike Hexia.


    "Arrogant!" Hexia followed the direction of the de, colliding with her sister once more, but this time, neither could free their hands.


    The two, wielding the intertwining blue-purple demon sword, wobbled, repeatedly attacking and disrupting each other, from the sky to the ground, then back to the sky again. The great demon sword swung continuously, severing steel frames inside the shaft and leaving deep, tens-of-meters long gouges and gaps on the surrounding walls.


    If it weren''t for the fact that this area was a rarely-traveled underground location, it would have been noticed long ago.


    The struggle continued until, minutester, the massive demon sword shattered, ripping apart from the middle and breaking into two halves.


    So, each holding half, they reformed des suited to their own familiar styles and shed again.


    In a corner of the elevator shaft''s midpoint, Qiao Long hid in a gap between rocks, peeking at the two battling twin sisters with as little exposure as possible, shock and astonishment filling his eyes.


    Was this truly the level one could achieve at their age? Even the legendary talents, at 16-17, were probably just starting to learn some advanced forme in school.


    Though he had never formally attended school, he was aware of the situation of transcendent practitioners from his master.


    Logically, if one advanced to Sequence 4 before the age of 24, they were considered highly talented. Such geniuses typically graduated from prestigious schools or were offspring of major factions.


    Even for top talents recorded in the Federation, reaching Sequence 4 at 16 was remarkable. Yet what was he witnessing now? Two girls, 16-17 years old, with the strength of Sequence 5 verging on Sequence 6. Furthermore, theirbat became more and more proficient as they fought, as if they were rapidly gaining years of arduous practice and refinement within an hour.