The pitch-black beam of light that devours the rays completely covers the locked-off area on the ground the moment it descends.

At the moment when the coverage is about to end, there is no imagined thunderous sound; all that remains is a missing corner of the ground.

Different from the gaps caused by cutting with a sword, as the pitch-black beam dissipates, the upper layer of the ground seems to have been dug away, lowering the ground level by half a meter compared to its surroundings.

Like a soundless erosion, the one who possesses this power is now vibrating its wings, soaring in the sky, and arrogantly shouting from above:

"After obtaining such great power, can you still call me an ant?"

Yuma is fixated on this point and cannot tolerate being looked down upon by mere humans.

He hopes to receive a different title from the other side's mouth, hoping that the displayed strength will make the target on the ground tremble in fear.

Unfortunately, that fear and trembling reaction is not possible. Fortunately, Isabella, at this moment, finally confronts her opponent.

The Queen no longer uses the title of "great ant" towards Yuma, but makes a slight adjustment in her address:

"Alright, you have indeed changed, so now I shall call you: a stronger giant ant!"

The title is a bit long, but Isabella feels that it would be troublesome to change it again, so she decides to stick with it.

She is prepared to compromise, but obviously, the other party is extremely unwilling to do so!

"Human, before I kill you, I will make you beg me on your knees!"

Under his roar, Yuma's compressed body becomes even more muscular.

Yuma's body is the color of ancient bronze, and as his wings behind him change, they become darker and more profound.

With this powerful physique in motion, Yuma, who remains suspended in the air, stretches out his limbs forcefully.

His enormous black wings continue to flap in the air.

Against the backdrop of the bright moon, Yuma looks like a ferocious demon.

"Regret your ignorance now!"

Just clenching his fist once, magical power transforms into a dark pillar and smashes down towards the ground.

The ink-colored magical power cuts through the air along its path, and in the instant it hits, the strong erosive force creates a circular pit in the ground.

The scale of this erosion, compared to the previously emptied ground, is undoubtedly larger and deeper.

"Hahaha, pitiful human, dare to challenge me!"

Yuma laughs loudly.

He looks at the extremely deep circular pit, turns his body to prepare to descend, but suddenly a familiar voice rings out behind him:

"Are you just going to leave like this? It seems like our battle isn't over yet!"

Turning his head, Yuma controls his gaze to look at the source of the voice.

Soon, he finds that in mid-air, there is a girl with thunderous wings extending from her back, staring at him with a cold gaze.

"Uh uh? How did a human like you grow a pair of wings?"

Yuma has a habit of chatting with his opponent during battles, a habit that can also be seen in Isabella, but...

"These wings do have a purpose. Otherwise, how could I have come up here to give you a taste firsthand?"

Thud!

In an instant, the leg raised by Isabella strikes Yuma's head with a force comparable to a whip.

The difference becomes apparent here:

Isabella occasionally chats with her opponent, but moving her lips does not prevent her from making physical attacks;

And so far, none of her enemies who chatted with her on the battlefield have survived...

Unexpectedly, Yuma was ambushed;

Because he was completely unprepared, he looked quite embarrassed afterwards;

Yuma's legs kept scraping against the void as he retreated several meters, then he stumbled and struggled to regain his balance.

"You shameless!"

Confronted with unreasonable treatment, Yuma couldn't hide his anger;

At the same time, Isabella tapped the dirt off her boots, her gaze not bothering to wait for the other's response:

"When have you heard that humans have an obligation to be fair to ants?"

Yuma, who was not good with words, was retorted by someone else and, filled with anger, smirked in the next moment.

Unlike the neurotic facial expressions, in terms of action, Yuma's figure moved and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When he appeared again, he was already in front of Isabella;

His muscular arm raised a series of afterimages and, like a gust of wind, fiercely struck towards the little girl's abdomen.

But before his retaliation succeeded, that straight arm was blocked by an obstacle.

Crack!

Isabella lifted her leg, extending her right knee forward, successfully blocking Yuma's arm.

Crack crack crack crack crack.

No matter how hard Yuma struggled, even if the veins on his arm bulged out and rippled, he could not break through the obstacle in front of him.

"Don't think that just because you have wings, you have the strength to compete with me. Humans will always be humans, impossible..."

Boom!

The only one left with a tough mouth, Yuma didn't even finish his sentence before a sudden golden light flashed right before his eyes;

Piercing through the barrier of air, the grazing golden light directly pierced through his sturdy leg;

Yuma lowered his head and saw a bloody hole on his leg.

Immediately, a piercing pain made him scream hysterically.

The horrifying roar caused the remaining orc soldiers on the battlefield to remain prone, trembling and afraid to move.

"What do you think you are? Don't go around saying 'humans, humans'. Let me make it clear: even if you're a human, I can still take your life!"

While a cold smile bloomed on her face, Isabella flapped her pair of thunder wings behind her and leaped forward, approaching Yuma.

Without mixing any other elements, the person involved only used her expertise in thunder to eliminate the annoying target.

With the flickering arc of light, the attacks formed by the thunder element hit Yuma one after another;

The surface of Yuma's flesh and blood body was instantly covered with crisscrossed scars.

After continuous hits, Yuma's body flew back several meters again, and a numbing sensation spread throughout his body.

However, he had used magic to enhance his strength, so the speed of recovery for his wounds was much faster than before.

After a brief recovery of his superficial injuries, Yuma stubbornly returned, constantly swinging his fists and engaging in a fierce battle with his opponent.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

If one were to ask about the number of times he was hit, Yuma was undoubtedly hit far more times than his opponent.

However, despite this obvious difference in the number of attacks, Isabella's forehead was unnoticedly streaming with sweat.

For her, the speed at which the demon race was healing its wounds was too fast! Unlike the Yu Demon, which did not consume much power, Isabella had recently consumed some of her stamina while dealing with waves of orcs during her stay on the battlefield.

Of course, even in a state where her condition was not as good as her physical strength, there was no "difficulty" in dealing with the Yu Demon, whose strength was far below her own. As long as her opponent during the battle didn't behave like an indestructible cockroach!

The magic used by the Yu Demon not only caused damage to the user's body, but also shortened their lifespan. It seems that the price the Yu Demon paid for that breath was bound to be quite heavy, but he still gained something from it.

Among the Yu Demon's various abilities, two of them had been significantly enhanced. One was pure magic power, and the other was self-healing. If it were before using magic, let alone one, ten Yu Demons should have perished, yet now his body seemed to possess more than ten lives.

The situation had evolved into a prolonged stalemate. Since the moment it became impossible to swiftly decide the outcome, Isabella, due to her limited stamina, had been pushed into a passive state during her one-on-one duel with the Yu Demon.

Since overdrawing his life force, which would last hundreds of years, the Yu Demon became more and more spirited as the battle raged on. Whether he played the role of the attacker or the one being attacked in a fierce battle, his bronze-colored body gradually became more excited.

"Oh, oh, oh, this is the feeling I want! I'm gradually losing the feeling of pain, and now I have infinite stamina and limitless life!" After regaining confidence through external power, the Yu Demon's eyes turned red. This was both proof of his excitement and related to the side effects shown by the magic.

Compared to his normal state, his rationality became very weak in the Yu Demon's mind, much like transforming into a slightly smarter beast.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill."

Unmatched power attacked once again from the front. Isabella sidestepped and thrust the flag in her hand forward, plunging the tip into the target's body, causing a loud explosion and creating a huge hole in his body.

Under the impact, as the injuries connected between the front and back of his body, a normal living being should have collapsed no matter what. But the Yu Demon was not normal! Even with his body pierced, the Yu Demon's movements did not pause at all. Instead, he counterattacked by throwing a punch.

With a muffled sound dissipating, Isabella, who was suspended in the air, took her first step backward. Although she had not suffered any direct damage, her movements were no longer as quick as before.

When close combat was not an option, Isabella's next choice was to use the power of the Holy Flag. Unfortunately, since a while ago, the battle between the Yu Demon and her had been at an extremely close range. In a similar situation, she could not unleash the power of "reflective attack," which made Isabella's situation very precarious.

"Die!"

Countless magic powers converged from all directions, gathering in front of the Yu Demon, and transformed into the strongest beam that had ever been unleashed. Due to the impact on her body, Isabella, at this moment, could not make any evasive action and could only block it head-on with clenched teeth.

If the battle were allowed to continue, she would definitely not be able to withstand the opponent's vicious attack, and the consequences would be unpredictable...

"It seems like you're looking for death!"

Appearing in such a dangerous moment is the responsibility of being a master, for the sake of their apprentice.