Recalling the skills that the witch opponent he had seen before displayed in front of him, Loran Hill flapped his wings lightly, and transparent fairies that looked 70% similar to himself flashed out from his wings.
Soon, these transparent figures, like mythical fairies, each stood in front of a holy sword and clasped it in their hands.
The Seven-Part Butterfly Transformation Technique, which originated from the fairy clan, has now been further developed in the hands of Loran Hill. These transparent fairies have some of her own characteristics, and as long as she wants, she can even descend on one of them at any time and make it become the main body, as if she has countless selves at the same time.
Although they appear to be similar yet different individuals to outsiders, from a higher-dimensional perspective, they are actually still one person. It is like inserting five fingers into a shallow basin of water. The fish in the water will think they are facing five different "fingers", but in fact they are still the same individual. It's just that the dimension of reality prevents ordinary creatures from seeing the full picture.
The mythical fairies named "winged species" by the ancients are not as simple as they appear on the surface. When they were created, they were endowed with higher possibilities and certain hopes. It's just that the passage of time was not enough to allow these possibilities to be fully realized.
The battle begins.
Fairy girls who looked like Loran Hill flapped their transparent butterfly wings, flashing and moving in this dark world at a speed that was beyond the reach of vision. The light of sword marks remained in the field of vision and had not yet dissipated, and the next attack had already begun.
With extreme speed, almost transparent and light bodies, and flawless coordination, these shining fairies shuttled through the twisted dark forest like butterflies, tearing apart the "black shadows" and mud before them, and then using the power of the holy sword to transform them into black iron, gravel, ashes, or turn them into flames, sand, crystallization, and so on.
With the help of these 'companions', Loranhill once again carried the destructive device and quickly advanced inside the monster, reaching the final central area step by step.
Here, a giant "spider" with countless twisted faces had been waiting for a long time. Its body was about a kilometer tall, overlooking the white figure below that was as tiny as a grain of sand and suddenly broke in. As its body twisted, the eyeballs on countless faces turned, and their sights converged on the only white light in this dark world.
Tens of millions of chaotic phantoms howled and wailed as they swam around, then, like an incomparably dark tide, they submerged the tiny 'spot of light' below...
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