Even under the Law of a Celestial God, which prevented those of the Legendary Celestial Rank from fighting airborne, they flitted about the Gale Heart like bolts of lightning.
Both of them possessed incredible regenerative abilities, so they couldn't even be bothered to dodge non-lethal, minor wounds. Rather than passively parrying and defending, they both favored a frenzied offense. Armed with two T0 abilities, Withered Glory Sun and Cursed Source Blood, Westheid had long been accustomed to trading wounds, yet he never expected Mephit to be his equal in this regard.
Stabbed, slashed, torn, elbowed... Despite the heavy blows she took, the blue-haired maiden merely faltered for an instant. In the next moment, a hazy, white-iron halo would flash, and all her wounds would heal completely.
'She's even more ridiculous than Westheid!'
