HBWnovel Chapter 997 - 743
Chapter 997 - 743
"An immunity field?"
The silver-haired woman muttered to herself in confusion.
She had suspected that Professor Landry had been masquerading his true sixth-order strength, but she had never imagined that he could trigger an eighth-order defense spell, cleverly disguising it as sixth-order.
Indeed, he was a big fish.
Accordingly, she had also assessed her opponent’s level.
On the surface, he seemed like a sixth-order, but he had unique methods to reach the strength of seventh-order, and occasionally, he could use even more powerful moves.
The magic fluctuations she had sensed earlier had already far exceeded the standard of sixth-order.
But he seemed to have many restrictions on him, his magic power output was hampered, there must be a limit!
A frosty mist suddenly swept in, centered around the silver-haired woman, raging and howling in the underground space.
In an instant, her figure turned into a pitch-dark afterimage, rushing towards Lanci with a speed beyond the reach of ordinary people. A piercing wind noise filled the air, and in the next second, she was almost grabbing Lanci by the throat.
Although the intensity of her magic power was oppressive, she evidently felt that this opponent did not necessarily require her to use magic.
Even a contest of physical strength would be more than enough to take her opponent’s head and spill blood on the spot.
At the critical moment, Lanci remained composed.
A barrier woven from spiritual power formed in front of him, directly confronting the silver-haired woman’s onslaught.
The two forces collided violently in mid-air, igniting invisible sparks of magic power.
To the silver-haired woman’s surprise, Landry’s mental barrier perfectly neutralized her attack and counterattacked, leaving the two locked in a stalemate, neither giving an inch.
"Your spiritual magic is too weak!"
The silver-haired woman scoffed, employing spiritual magic in her presence was like a minor trick in the eyes of an expert.
In an instant, she used a similar reverse calculation principle to dissolve the mental barrier layer by layer, and counterattacked with a spell of spiritual magic.
"I’m weak?"
Talia in Lanci’s mind heard this, a flash of astonishment crossing her eyes, quickly replaced by indignation.
This guy was as if humiliating her, preferring to use his weakest means to break through her strongest, such arrogance was what infuriated her the most.
Even when facing a tough opponent, Lanci still told her not to treat the opponent as a mortal enemy, but to try to calm him down. However, this was a matter of dignity, and Talia refused to yield an inch.
"Wait, can we talk?"
Lanci felt like he was dealing with a madwoman.
She simply didn’t listen at all.
Just like Talia when she was angry!
"I don’t care who you are, as long as I make you my slave, that’s more useful than anything else!"
And that aura, different from before, now possessed the imposing presence of the Demon King.
Without a doubt.
There was only one identity she could have.
"Sister... sister...?"
The silver-haired female stared incredulously, her eyes turning moist as she gazed at that figure.
Her eyes, once full of murderous intent, had now glazed over, and no one knew what she was thinking.
It took her numerous seconds before she slightly opened her mouth, yet she dared not speak a complete sentence.
From the moment her pupils reflected the image of the grey-haired witch, her gaze couldn’t leave Talia’s face.
"I, I didn’t mean, I didn’t want to hurt you..."
The silver-haired woman’s previously ready-to-strike murderous intent had entirely dissipated, replaced by an anxious and frightened voice.
This grey-haired, golden-eyed woman in front of her, even though they hadn’t met in a hundred years, and memories had faded, she would never forget the most dearly familiar face in this world!
Even though she didn’t understand why her proud sister had become this way, why she had engraved her soul in a human, she truly believed this was her sister.
The animosity she had shown towards Lanci turned into feelings of gratitude and closeness, as if seeing family.
Talia was also completely flustered, she subconsciously tugged at the corner of Lanci’s clothes, as if asking him what was going on, while Lanci just spread his hands and smiled, suggesting she should see for herself.
He relaxed, deliberately adopting an indifferent attitude, probably telling Talia, "Looks like I’ve fulfilled the request you made while creating Calila’s Shadow Weave Record; now it’s up to you to verify it."
"Isatia?"
Talia couldn’t see the silver-haired woman’s face clearly or hear her true thoughts, but after the other side’s unrestrained moves, the familiar magic and techniques were entirely identical to her own.
She tentatively called out the name.
"It’s me."
The silver-haired woman no longer used her Demon Sound, and her face’s illusion shattered like a prism, revealing her true visage as she dropped her disguise.
Her eyes were filled with tears of grievance.
"How could you be here?"
Talia never expected that the mysterious mafia boss, hiding in the underworld, turned out to be her sister Isatia, whom she had been searching for so desperately!
Seeing her sister covered in crimson scars, Talia’s heart trembled.
She couldn’t fathom what her beloved sister had been through to become what she was now.
At the moment Talia looked again at Isatia,
"Sister, I’ve missed you so much, you’ve finally come to the South Continent to find me..."
Isatia threw herself into Talia’s arms, buried her head in her chest, and wept bitterly.