The young man fell to the ground, unable to believe that they had actually killed a Great Leader-level devil on the verge of perfection.
He involuntarily looked at Amalia.
If it weren’t for her, they would never have accomplished this.
He wanted to ask her what technique she had used, but remembering how he had just tried to trick her, he felt too embarrassed to inquire.
Amalia didn’t look at the young man; she was lost in thought about the situation when she executed those two strikes.
If it had been before, she wouldn’t have guaranteed that the Fourth Sword of the Eight Gods Blade could severely injure a Great Leader-level devil.
At this level, these devils had already begun to transform, with their Golden Core about to form into a Nascent Soul, making them significantly different from mid to late-stage Great Leader-level or Golden Core cultivators.
So, the fact that two strikes of the Fourth Sword could inflict such damage on this devil surprised Amalia herself.
However, upon further reflection, she realized it made sense.
Ever since she started cultivating the True Sun Spirit Method, her blade aura had become increasingly fierce and violent.
"This Junior Sister, I apologize for the things that happened earlier."
The young man thought for a moment and then broke the silence.
"It’s nothing. Next time we encounter a devil of similar strength, I’ll also lead it to you," Amalia said expressionlessly.
The young man’s face stiffened.
He knew his actions had been somewhat unkind, but this was a competition, after all.
With Amalia’s words, he had nothing more to say and instinctively put some distance between them.
"Regardless, it’s thanks to you. Can I ask what technique you used just now? Its power was immense. It’s the first time I’ve seen something like that."
The young man who is seemingly a talker, couldn’t stop once he started.
"I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Which peak are you from? My name is Jelme Wang, and my master is Elder Fu."
"Amalia," she replied briefly, glancing at him.
Jelme Wang waited for a moment, but when she didn’t continue, he realized that she only intended to tell him her name and nothing more.
Amalia looked up at the sky.
"Junior Sister Amalia, don’t bother looking. The formation here blocks the view of the outside sky," Jelme Wang kindly reminded her.
"The crisis is over. Your Junior Brother is still refining the formation. This is the formation’s core, isn’t it?" Amalia withdrew her gaze and said calmly.
Jelme Wang’s face stiffened again.
This Junior Sister was quite unique; if he had met her before, he would definitely remember.
Trying to be cautious, he asked, "Why do you think so?"
Amalia couldn’t help but glance at him.
Based on game logic, the place where the final boss appears is usually the last checkpoint.
This was one reason for her suspicion.
Another was the attitudes of the two of them.
"The devil is already dead, yet you haven’t left. Doesn’t that suggest there’s something important here?" Amalia walked toward Jelme Wang’s Junior Brother, Yasavur Su.
Jelme Wang thought she intended to do something and quickly blocked her way, "Junior Sister Amalia, what are you planning to do?"
"Breaking the formation core should allow us to clear this challenge," Amalia said, standing still.
Jelme Wang’s eyes flickered, "That, I wouldn’t know."
Amalia chuckled lightly, her eyes suddenly becoming very deep, "If this is the formation core, do you think the crisis would have been resolved so quickly?"
Jelme Wang was stunned, and just then, a roar suddenly echoed.
He looked in the direction of the roar and saw through what seemed like a transparent water curtain, the figure of Arasen Xiao approaching.
Following closely behind him were three Great Leader-level devils on the verge of perfection.
"No way, how did three Great Leader-level devils suddenly appear?"
Amalia stepped back, "It’s normal. There are so many of us here, and this is the formation’s core, the final stage."
Jelme Wang’s face turned pale.
One was difficult enough to handle, let alone three.
Two of the devils quickly left Arasen Xiao and charged towards them.
"Junior Sister Amalia, you..."
"Don’t call me. I said if more devils appeared, I would lead them to you."
Amalia quickly interrupted him.
Jelme Wang’s face fell.
He thought she was joking, but it turned out she was serious.
He didn’t dare stay near her anymore.
However, he soon had no time to think about anything else as one devil charged straight at him.
"Senior Brother, hold on a little longer. I’m almost done," Yasavur Su’s timely voice provided Jelme Wang with a boost of confidence.
Jelme Wang’s face turned red from the effort of fending off the devil’s attacks; he didn’t even have the strength to speak.
Amalia didn’t choose to confront the devil head-on.
Instead, she used her speed to keep it at bay while it chased her.
"Junior Sister Amalia, it was me who wronged you earlier. Please don’t take it out on Yasavur. If you have any grievances, you direct them at me!" Jelme Wang shouted, seeing Amalia’s figure getting closer to his Junior Brother Yasavur Su.
He thought she was intentionally seeking revenge.
Amalia didn’t have such intentions.
The formation was only so large, and the devils were not weak.
It was perfectly normal for the fight to move near Yasavur Su.
Jelme Wang was judging her unfairly.
Without a word, Amalia moved away from Yasavur Su after Jelme Wang’s plea.
Seeing this, Jelme Wang was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly realized he had relaxed too soon.
Junior Sister Amalia was no longer running around with the devil chasing her.
Instead, she was running straight toward him, with the devil in hot pursuit.
Distracted, Jelme Wang was injured by the devil in front of him and coughed up blood as he was sent flying.
Amalia’s figure moved like a phantom.
She rushed to Jelme Wang and then swiftly darted away.