At this time, only the last layer of the seven-layer Fire Mirror remained.
Click—
A faint, brittle sound rang out.
Fine cracks spread across the final layer of the Fire Mirror like a spider's web, each fissure glowing faintly with residual heat.
The three converging flame beams slammed into it again—but their momentum had already reached its limit. The Fire Mirror shuddered violently, endured for a breath, and finally exhausted the last trace of the flame beams' power.
The raging fire scattered, dispersing into the air.
In the end, they still failed to break through Ethan's defense.
"Blocked… damn it!"
Sylren's golden pupils constricted violently, cold fury surging within them. A deep, feral roar escaped his throat as he opened his mouth and spat out a massive fireball, its blazing heat distorting the surrounding space as it tore straight toward Ethan.
At the same moment, Ethan retreated.
