Mystic Calling：Stone of Glory

Feylora's breathing hitched.

Of course she could feel that pressure.

One opponent was already enough to force her to go all-out. Now, so many more powerful presences had appeared out of nowhere—no matter how much her strength had skyrocketed, there was no way she could just ignore a situation like this.

And in that brief instant of disorientation—

A figure suddenly sprang up from the side.

The motion was so fast it looked like a streak of sudden gold light.

Bang!

In the next moment, the man was slammed by a terrifying impact and sent flying. His entire body crashed hard into the wall behind him, the rock layer exploding into a cloud of powder on the spot.

He didn't even have time to see who'd struck.

His neck and chest were already being crushed down, pinned tight.

Elira had arrived.

Behind her, enormous Divine Sovereign Moth wings spread fully open. The layered patterns across their surface lit up one after another, throwing the whole underground space into shifting bands of light and shadow.

She hovered in midair, one hand pressing that man into the wall. Power poured off her in waves—so strong it was almost horrifying. Just the natural pressure leaking from her aura was enough to make the faces of those who had just stepped out of the dimensional rifts twist and blanch.

"In my eyes, you're the real low-tier vermin." Elira's voice was cold, flat, without the slightest extra inflection. "You dare humiliate us like this. Today, you're going to pay."

The instant the words fell, the power inside her spread completely.

This wasn't an ordinary release—it was an eruption that felt like it was dragging the entire space into it.

Her Divine Sovereign Moth wings snapped once.

Massive energy gathered rapidly high overhead, condensing until it formed a colossal phantom of a Divine Sovereign Moth.

But that phantom didn't just hang there like some crude construct.

It looked like it came alive.

Its wings began to beat.

With every beat, the energy currents in the entire space caved inward in the same direction. Then, in the phantom's abdomen, an eye-like region flared to life—and countless beams of energy shot out in a dense swarm.

The people who had just walked out of the dimensional space sensed something wrong almost immediately.

The beams weren't thick, but the aura inside them was too dangerous. It was pure, annihilating destruction. They didn't even dare take one more step closer—nearly all of them spun around to run.

Too late.

The beams were too fast.

Like a sudden downpour of death unleashed, they caught the front ranks in a blink.

At the moment of contact, the beams didn't simply punch through flesh. As they pierced straight through their bodies, they poured that entire destructive force inside.

The next instant, explosions erupted from the inside out.

One body after another detonated in midair—blood, meat, bone, and shattered energy spraying everywhere.

The ones behind them didn't even have time to truly dodge before the follow-up beams punched through them as well. The whole area was instantly flooded with nonstop blasts and flying chunks of flesh.

Rampaging energy swallowed the space in one surge.

Those bastards who'd charged in through the dimensional rifts were wiped out in a terrifyingly short time—completely erased.

And the man Elira had pinned to the wall was in an even worse state. Cracks spread all over him in dense webs, like a porcelain doll splitting apart. The aura inside him was so chaotic he could barely hold his basic form together.

He stared at Elira from point-blank range. In his eyes, beyond terror, was a shock so deep it was almost incomprehensible.

"Who… who are you?" His voice trembled, the words practically forced out of his throat. "Why is the power you're releasing… this terrifying?"

Elira didn't answer.

She only raised her hand.

A golden sphere of energy rapidly condensed in her palm. Patterns of light spun across its surface while the force inside was compressed tighter and tighter, denser and denser.

When the vibration reached its peak, she didn't pause for even a breath.

She pressed it straight into the man's body.

The next moment—his entire body exploded.

He couldn't even finish a scream before he was blown apart right there against the wall, reduced to a splatter of meat and dispersed energy—vanishing completely.

Feylora moved in immediately.

Her eyes swept over the dimensional rifts around them that still hadn't fully sealed, and her expression sank bit by bit.

"No idea where these assholes crawled out from." She tightened her grip on her bow, her voice sharp with wariness. "We need to find their nest fast—and wipe every last one of them out."

Elira nodded, not wasting a second.

The power inside her spread again, unfolding like a massive sensory web. She followed the lingering fluctuations left by each crack, probing outward along their traces. It didn't take long before her gaze locked onto what looked like an ordinary wall.

"Over there."

The moment she spoke, another energy sphere condensed in her palm. She didn't hesitate—she slammed it toward the wall.

Boom!

The wall blew open on the spot, a massive hole ripped straight through it.

Shattered rock and energy-laced dust rolled outward. Elira didn't pause for even an instant—she shot right in. A heartbeat later, a string of terrifying detonations thundered from inside.

The entire cavern shook nonstop.

Walls, ceiling, ground—fresh cracks ripped open everywhere.

Loose stone poured down along those fissures. The air turned thick with pulverized dust and chaotic energy currents. If this kept up, the whole area could end up buried completely.

Not long after, bodies started getting thrown out one after another.

Some were still struggling. Some were already beaten half to death, hitting the ground and not even able to crawl. It was obvious Elira had carved her way straight into where they were really hiding.

And at that very moment, Ethan—still suspended in midair—finally opened his eyes.

The instant he did, the power on his body detonated outward.

It wasn't the sluggish haze of someone just waking up. It was pressure that had been held down inside him the whole time—now released in one violent surge. The surrounding energy currents were shoved away by the shock, and even the ground trembled with it.

In truth, even while he'd been in that near-sleep absorption state, he'd known everything happening outside—down to the last detail.

That was why the chill in his eyes ran deeper than usual.

He hadn't expected that in a place like this, enemies would come knocking.

At this point, he couldn't be bothered to worry about pacing or consumption anymore. The power inside him erupted fully. At the same time, he opened the system, and it immediately began scanning the energy composition around him along with every relevant data point.

A flood of information was filtered in an extremely short time.

Not long after, Ethan locked onto a nest.

It wasn't that far from here, but the energy fluctuations pouring out of it were glaringly obvious. Violent power churned out nonstop—and in that area, a massive number of subterranean creatures had gathered.