Melogas's assault had been focused entirely on Lanci, leaving no chance to defend against this sudden, fierce attack.
She could only watch helplessly as Sigrid's full-powered strike brutally slammed into her.
The force of the impact sent Melogas flying backward, shattering the mountains behind her. Amidst the rising dust, wisps of purple smoke emanated from her body, and the indelible silver lightning on her shoulder eroded her magic power—wounds inflicted by Melogas's sublimated Fist Intent.
"Cough, cough!"
Melogas coughed up a large mouthful of blood.
Had she not fully dodged the vital points and let that punch hit her chest or head, she might have completely lost the ability to move by now.
She didn't stop for a single moment on the ground.
Because she knew that to give up now, to be struck again, would mean certain defeat.