Wasn't Trash

Whatever Olen might be thinking in his little mind, Elena felt the situation was looking a lot better than it was initially.

Though she was under heavy assault from Scythe, she would always find a way to deal with it somehow.

After attacking from a distance for quite some time, he found that it was useless. She was more slippery than a slime. It didn't matter how wide range an attack Scythe used or how cunningly he layered his attacks, she would always find the best position to be in and the best way to counter an attack while using the least amount of spirit energy.

"Uhhooo… Grrr… Grrr…" –just as he made a low cry, the cloud in the sky twisted, and in a blink of an eye heavenly lightning descended on Elena.

The attack was too quick and too abrupt. This was the first time Scythe had used his lighting skill on her. She had no way of dodging it.