A piercing screech filled the battlefield. It was not just a cry of pain, but a sound that struck deep into the soul, full of suffering and despair.
The spear had pierced the dragonfly's chest. However, its momentum did not stop—it seemed to be eroding the creature's laws and soul from within.
From a distance, Lein observed carefully. Veyron remained still, his hands pressed together, continuously channeling energy into the spear embedded in the creature's body.
This battle had now turned into a clash of pure energy and spatial law. If Veyron could exhaust the dark energy of the giant dragonfly before its spatial law reactivated, victory would be theirs.
"Ugh…"
Veyron let out a faint groan. His energy was depleting rapidly, his body slightly trembling. Lein could sense that the man was reaching his limit.
But before things could take a turn for the worse, a green light shone behind Veyron.