Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1379 - 839 The Story Ends Upon Seeing Frey_4

Sigrid roared, unleashing her full strength once again, as a whirlwind surged around her, shattering all illusions.

If it were Melogas, who is proficient in both physical and magical arts, perhaps there would be some means to definitely hit Heratier.

This time, Heratier's shadow did not disappear; instead, it became increasingly clear, and the phantasmagoria became increasingly real, transforming the Piercing Cold Hall into a world of endless mirrors.

"Give it up, Bishop of Hegemony."

Heratier's voice echoed from all directions, filled with mockery and disdain,

"If anger and brute force alone could capture me, then you'd have to be ninth-order in the Divine Realm at least."

She continuously toyed with Sigrid, and her remaining Mana was enough to stall Sigrid.

Even if her Mana was being consumed too quickly, she had to make Sigrid see her Mana as endless, disrupting Sigrid's mind.

Not waiting for Sigrid to attack Heratier again.

Sigrid suddenly halted, silently listening to the communication that had resumed in her ear.

"Sigrid, Hyperion needs your support over there..."

Abigail contacted the Bishop of Hegemony in the Piercing Cold Hall, briefly entrusting her, while sharing the real-time audio and visuals from Hyperion's side with Sigrid, allowing Sigrid to hear the battle situation over there.

"Hyperion, facing the Tenth Ancestor Ulysses alone...? How can Hyperion win?"

Sigrid murmured as she stared blankly at the projection screen temporarily lowered by the Mechanical Messenger.

She had a very clear understanding of Hyperion's strength, and even if Hyperion could temporarily overdraft life to berserk, she absolutely could not reach a level capable of truly confronting the Tenth Ancestor Marquis Ulysses. Undoubtedly, Hyperion was now fighting desperately against Ulysses with the determination to die every second.

"That's right, I'm afraid the Miss Duchess is going to die soon; her death star is shining continuously."

Heratier looked up at the sky and spoke to Sigrid with a smile.

The more anxious Sigrid became, the harder it was to catch her, and her actions would become noticeably erratic. From the start, she had been constantly mocking this muscle-brained Wolf Girl.

This stalling battle, compared to confrontation, was more about psychology.

"...!!!"

Sigrid's anger boiled like lava, her purple eyes began to fill with silver, her entire body shining with a blazing silver light.

Faced with the elusive Heratier, she finally reached the limit of her patience.

"Enough, let's end this!"

Sigrid shouted violently, raising her hands high and clasping them into fists, like the hammer of divine retribution descending.

The next moment, Sigrid channeled all her fury and power into her fists and slammed down onto the ice floor!

BOOM—!!!

The Piercing Cold Hall trembled violently as if suffering catastrophic destruction.

The ground groaned miserably, the ice shattered in response, and web-like cracks swiftly spread throughout the entire hall, centered on Sigrid.

Heratier's eyes widened in disbelief at the scene before her.

She never imagined that a berserk Sigrid could shake the entire Piercing Cold Hall!

But the earth-shaking sensation, as if the entire hall was truly being shaken by her unbeatable frenzied power.

"Are you crazy?! Bishop of Hegemony!"

Heratier exclaimed, unable to hide the fear in her voice.

Sigrid was no longer attacking her but was focused on tearing down the entire Piercing Cold Hall.

"I'm going to save my Xiu Bao! You are not allowed to bully her!"

With that, Sigrid raised her fists again and slammed them down against the ground.

This Piercing Cold Hall would limit her, obstructing her from providing support elsewhere, while also offering considerable shelter to Heratier Marquis.

So if anything blocked her path, destroying it all would allow her to move in a straight line.

Sigrid seemed intent on unleashing all her fury and wrath, destroying everything in front of her within the Chihan Maze.

RUMBLE—!!!

The Piercing Cold Hall trembled violently again; ice columns collapsed thunderously, and the ice layer shattered into countless pieces.

Fierce winds howled through the cracks, whipping up countless ice crystals, wreaking havoc inside the hall.

Heratier's face was ashen, struggling to hold her ground.

She did not know why this werewolf suddenly veered into berserk, nor could she imagine what the werewolf had eaten to grow to such an exaggerated strength capable of shifting mountains and filling seas.

She realized that if this continued, the entire Piercing Cold Hall might really be torn down.

And without the geographical limits, she definitely could not stop Sigrid.

Sigrid's silver light grew more intense.

Each punch carried the might to annihilate heaven and earth, as if to strike this world back to primordial chaos.

CRACK! BOOM! CREAK CREAK!

Throughout the Piercing Cold Hall, pieces of collapsing ice and shattered walls were everywhere.

"Stop it!"

Heratier raised her Rod, a star map spinning around her, countless stars flew out from the star map transforming into sharp blades, shooting swiftly towards Sigrid, more stars gathering together to weave a large net enveloping Sigrid.

Sigrid's fists roared with wind, waves of force surged, and the stars shattered into stardust under her punches.

Her attack did not stop; she flickered, suddenly appearing behind Heratier, landing a heavy punch aimed at her back.

Heratier was startled, intending to phase again, but found it was almost too late.

Her form turned into green smoke, swiftly retreating, creating distance from Sigrid.

This time, she got grazed by Sigrid's attack and her form was knocked away, slamming into the ice wall.

"Damn wolf..."

Heratier wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and stood up with her Rod in hand.