The five golden spheres circling Rita suddenly shot toward her wrist.
She had already seen it in her peripheral vision, but she was on the final stroke. She chose not to dodge.
Layer after layer of defensive skills activated. Every defensive ability she still had since entering the game was triggered at once. She even used a defensive divine skill she had comprehended during the Quiet Mountain Demon Game.
Golden rain curtain condensed into a lightning shield. Vine spread out and formed a floral barrier. Defense stacked upon defense.
Yet the five golden spheres aligned into a single line. With terrifying precision, they pierced through the weakest points of each defensive layer.
The first four spheres were knocked aside.
The fifth struck true.
It slammed into Rita's wrist with ruthless accuracy and broke her final stroke.
The paper ignited without flame and turned to ash in an instant.
Bang.
Rita slammed her hand on the table and stood up, glaring at Foolishness.
