Hearing a thunderous roar that shook the earth, the formation on the ground began to boil.
A massive pool of blood emerged from beneath the earth, its power already far beyond the scope of a First-Tier Divine Skill.
Ophelia folded her wings around herself, preparing to endure the attack head-on.
Then—
Bang!
The fragments of the scythe within the formation were suddenly pulled apart by invisible threads.
The ultimate strike that had been on the verge of being unleashed was destroyed.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Ophelia instinctively looked toward Gherlos.
"I… don't owe… you…"
While being sent flying, Gherlos had used the last of her strength to stop the final attack.
She had originally included herself within the blast radius, intending to die along with her enemies.
Who would have thought that Ophelia would knock her away from the formation?
Since the other woman had unexpectedly saved her life, she had no reason to attack the person who had just rescued her.
