Chapitre 875: Purification of The Corrupted World (36)

As Elara soared above, the king's eyes snapped toward her, glowing with sinister intent. He opened his maw, and from deep within, a torrent of black mist spewed forth, thick and consuming, threatening to envelop her. She spun in midair, using her wings to create a cyclone of light that pushed back against the suffocating darkness, dispersing it just before it could consume her. But the king took advantage of the disruption and flung one of his clawed arms upward, snagging her by the ankle with a grip like iron.

Elara twisted, her sword glowing with radiant light as she stabbed downward into his clawed hand, forcing him to release her. She flipped away, the burning sting of his grasp still fresh on her skin as she regained her balance.