Almost at the same moment, another Infinity Gate opened in mid-air outside, and Cyrene's figure instantly flashed into view!
However, the danger was not over! Above her head was the massive amber block imprisoning the dragon;
And beneath her feet, another even thicker amber pillar was rapidly rising from the ground, about to clamp down with the amber above, sealing her once again in an eternal prison!
At this critical moment—
Swoosh!
A brilliant golden thread, like a living spirit snake, pierced through the air, precisely wrapping around Cyrene's waist and pulling her to the side!
The other end of the thread was firmly held in Aglaea's hand.
"Cifera!" Aglaea called out sharply.
"Understood!" Cipher, already prepared, moved in response! She began running at high speed along a swaying and brilliant temporary path woven in the void by Aglaea with countless "Romance" golden threads!
Her speed was so fast that afterimages were left in the air!
The moment she approached Cyrene, Cipher leaped into the air and, with a precise and powerful motion, firmly caught the falling Cyrene!
"Hold on tight!" Cipher deftly adjusted her posture in mid-air, lightly tapping the golden thread path with her feet like a dragonfly skimming water, regaining her balance.
She looked down at Cyrene in her arms, showing a confident smile, and shouted loudly, her voice still clear in the gale:
"A cook should just go back to cooking! Saving the world and all that—it doesn't suit him at all!"
Holding Cyrene tight, her sharp eyes locked onto Phaethon in the distant sky. Using the paths woven by Aglaea in the air, she nimbly dodged the constantly attacking amber spikes and waves, speeding towards the final target—Phaethon's direction!
"Also, remember to tell him, if there's a chance, I want to try the grilled fish that Ciphers from previous recurrences have always praised!"
…
On the other side, Phainon's eyes sharpened. The pair of wings on his back suddenly spread wide, bursting with brilliant light!
His entire body transformed into a black-red meteor tearing through the sky, charging fiercely towards Phaethon high above at a speed beyond the limits of visual capture!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Phaethon didn't even need to turn his head. With a slight thought, large swathes of amber ground in front of Phainon exploded one after another, like a detonating powder magazine!
Scorching hot lava pillars, as if surging from the earth's core, shot into the sky, carrying destructive high temperatures and thick smoke, precisely blocking every possible path forward!
Phainon's pupils contracted. He pushed his speed and reaction to the limit, his figure pulling countless twisted afterimages in the air. Dangerously, he weaved and refracted through the gaps between the scorching lava, each change of direction happening in the nick of time, the hot air almost burning his skin!
"Hmph!"
Just as Phainon's evasive space was compressed to the limit, Terravox's low roar, like the earth itself, came from below!
His massive beastly foot heavily stamped the ground, and a vast, heavy, seemingly all-suppressing invisible force rapidly spread like ripples. Wherever it passed, the lava about to erupt was forcibly suppressed back into the scorching earth veins by this brutal power, temporarily calming!
"Advance, son of humanity!" Terravox's roar was like a war drum, clearing the obstacles ahead for Phainon.
Seizing the opportunity to catch his breath, Phainon accelerated again without hesitation!
However, Phaethon's interception came again in an instant!
The next moment, countless sharp, piercing amber spikes condensed without warning directly from the air around Phainon, like a death cage closing instantly, violently stabbing towards his entire body from all directions—above, below, left, right—sealing all evasive angles!
Clang—!
A sharp, swift sword light, like a deep-sea cold current, suddenly ignited! The sword light flashed with the determination to cut through the tides, passing in an instant!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
All the tough amber spikes stabbing towards Phainon were neatly severed at the same time, the cuts smooth as mirrors!
Hysilens had somehow appeared on Phainon's flank, her long sword pointing diagonally, the edge still flowing with undissipated sharpness and specks of golden glow.
Beside her, Cerydra's face was slightly pale. A small part of her palm had already sunk into her own heart, golden blood seeping through her fingers—the power of "Law" had the highest cost among all divine authorities.
"Phainon, you're a human, not some Chimera that only knows how to charge forward! Use your brain a bit, break through from that place over there!"
Anaxa's voice appeared in Phainon's mind. With the insight of reason, he instantly pointed out the weakest direction in this amber domain for Phainon!
Seeing that the layers of interception had been resolved one by one, Phaethon no longer attempted delicate control, instead turning to use the most pure power to crush!
Large areas of the void ahead of him began frantically condensing layer upon layer of amber barriers, trying to block Phainon's steps with absolute mass and density!
But Phainon roared. The "Dawnmaker" in his hand erupted with towering black-red destructive energy, savagely slashing forward!
"Open—up!"
Where the blade passed, the thick amber barriers shattered, disintegrated, and vanished like ice thrown into a furnace!
He forcibly carved a continuously extending path forward within this absolute defense, closing in on Phaethon step by step!
…
"Mr Welt," Stelle watched the Chrysos Heirs' resistance charge below, then looked at Phaethon in the sky, like a god or demon. The balance in her heart, which had been leaning towards accepting the sacrifice plan, seemed to waver again because of this sudden flame of resistance,
"Should we... now still follow the original plan and help Phaethon complete his plan?" Her voice carried a glimmer of rekindled hope.
"Let's wait and see," Welt silently watched the battlefield, adjusting his glasses. Hearing what Phaethon had just said, his heart felt somewhat dead.
However... although Phaethon had still spoken those "last words" that made his blood pressure spike and were full of deja vu.
But as someone who had witnessed too many tragedies and sacrifices, deep down, Welt actually hoped that Phaethon could have a better ending than the man in his memory.
In fact, regardless of whether the Phaethon before him was the alternate version of that man named "Kevin," he hoped that those burdened with overly heavy destinies could ultimately break free from their shackles and welcome their own light.
Well... Otto doesn't count, it's better if Otto is dead.
But... at this moment, even if the real Kevin himself stood before him, he, Welt Yang, would still sincerely wish the same in his heart.
Thinking of this, he gripped the Star of Eden in his hand a little tighter.
He wanted to wait and see if there would be any turning point.