Ethan's pupils snapped tight.
That power was way too big.
He knew that if he took it head-on, even the Powered Combat Armor might not hold.
So he didn't try to tank it.
His figure flickered in midair. Lightning popped under his feet as he changed angles fast, skimming the edge of the energy storm and constantly repositioning.
At the same time, his counterattack was already moving.
White thunder gathered in his palm, compressed into a blazing lightning spear. He whipped his arm, and the spear shot out like a meteor, smashing toward the monster's body.
Energy collided again and again in the sky.
Right when the standoff hit its most brutal point—
A second force entered the field.
Feylora rose into the air.
She hovered above the battlefield, her long hair lifting in the energy currents. The leftover power in the mine was drawn to her again, countless streams of golden light converging around her.
A few seconds later, a massive golden bow formed in her hands.
No hesitation.
