The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 2069: Reduced to One

Davina’s lips curled into an almost teasing smirk.

She was the weakest warrior in the Purgation Duel—but the lack of information surrounding her power proved to be fatal. Despite her current form that covered her weakness in close-quarters combat, she was still not a match for the enemy warriors.

However, things weren’t too grim for her as she had a few tricks up her sleeve.

And her Minor Law of Time was coincidentally a glaring counter to the lethal Major Laws.

Davina only needed to maintain the Minor Law of Time in order to resist the crippling Major Laws.

More than that, she also could trick her enemies like this—faking to be crippled and then rewinding time for a few seconds, affecting only her body, to help her move again. Nobody, even the High Millinar, could expect something like that.

But then again, the chance of her having such a powerful Minor Law was also incredibly low.

All High Lord Ursa got from his research about Rex Davina was that they came from a lower realm.

Individuals like them, the God of Time would never spare them a glance.

Or at least, the God of Time should not spare them a glance—but reality proved otherwise. Davina was in possession of a portion of the God of Time’s power, and now, even a weakling like her was shockingly capable of faring against the Major Law of Coldness and Ice.

Seeing her taunting expression, blood rushed to the High Millinar’s head.

He was utterly shamed in front of many people.

And the only way he could amend this shame was by taking Davina’s head from her shoulders.

Even though he was in rigorous pain from having his liver gauged out from his side, the pain was utterly clouded by the rage boiling inside him. His face twisted into something hideous, making him look more like a monster than a man.

"My, my... Does it bother you so much?" Davina smirked wider, watching the anger clouding the High Millinar’s mind more and more by the second. "Does it bother you so much to be humiliated by me, the supposedly weakest one?"

"Not another word, weakling!"

"Look at your face... It’s as though I could see your pride and honour shrinking. I think you’re starting to fear that you won’t be able to complete what your High Lord demanded."

"Rrghk!"

As soon as the High Millinar heard what Davina said, he snapped.

He gritted his teeth and his eyes twitched before widening with unbridled fury.

Like a madman with nothing to lose, he channelled every ounce of his immortal energy, ignoring all the pain wracking his body, and even his comrade on the side who still needed help. There was no time for healing. Right now, there was only time for rage.

Splash—!

Out of nowhere, the ground beneath Davina exploded.

Her focus was locked entirely on the High Millinar—so completely that she never noticed the two silent streams of water snaking toward her from the dark ocean. Then they exploded. Two arms of water shot upward and seized her by the wrists before she could even react.

Each yanked her into the air, spreading her arms wide, and then elongated to also bind her legs.

She was hung in a posture of crucifixion, dangling helplessly as the High Millinar raised his hand.

Dark water materialized in his palm.

It elongated and formed into a whip. A dark water whip, saturated with immortal energy.

And ice began to rim ts length, making it sharper than any blade.

Not hesitating whatsoever, the High Millinar struck.

Swoosh—!

Katcha—!

A sharp, cracking sound resounded—as the first lash tore open Davina’s combat suit. The second drew blood. The third, fourth, fifth—the High Millinar whipped her without pause and mercy. Each strike he made landed with a wet, cracking sound that echoed throughout the red shore.

Her body twitched with every blow.

Bruises formed, cuts opened, and blood dripped down her arms and legs.

"You think you’re something because you managed to land a few hits?!" the High Millinar roared—his voice cracked with unfiltered fury. This was not personal before, but now it was for him. "It was simply luck! Nothing but luck! And you won’t get lucky again!"

Rage and hatred fueled the High Millinar as he continued whipping Davina.

He couldn’t believe that she got so cocky simply because she managed to land a few hits.

And now, he would show her the disparity between their strength.

No tricks. No reserves. He was going to use his power without holding back.

Feeling that it wasn’t enough, he reached out toward the dark ocean to the side. The water climbed at a rapid pace—tall, towering, a massive wave that blotted out the sky and cast the entire red shore into the very pit of darkness.

It grew as it absorbed the hollow hailstones, swelling and thickening until it was a wall of annihilation.

He was going to shatter her under its weight.

"Do you still think I’ll fail my High Lord now?!" He roared again.

But even at the sight of the gigantic wave, Davina didn’t seem to be worried. She only cracked a smirk.

Her tails straightened, and their tips gleamed with a blinding light—they then fired multiple stars straight at the titanic wave. All the High Millinar could do was watch them tear through the air and ram the titanic wave.

Holes opened as the emerald stars detonated upon impact.

Almost instantly, the wave faltered, splashing back into the dark ocean in a cascade of dark water.

Due to the sheer amount of water pulled, the splash sprayed everywhere, drenching the red shore.

At the same time, the water arms that were holding her wrists and legs shattered with a single yank after a mini explosion cracked inside them. Davina dropped, landed on her feet, and in the same breath, fired three more emerald stars straight at the High Millinar.

Swoosh—!

Explosions struck his arm and smoke billowed.

He staggered, raising his guard, but an excruciating pain suddenly lanced through his other side.

And without her consent, his body buckled as he dropped to one knee, gasping, his hand flying to touch his flank. He felt another fresh, bloody hole there. He didn’t know how it was formed, as it happened in an instant, but it was there now.

Moreover, his kidney was gone.

His rage-filled eyes snapped over his shoulder.

Just a distance away, Davina stood with an evident smile on her face.

She was staring at her claws that were now slick with blood, and they were grasping something bloody.

An organ—the High Millinar’s kidney.

Davina glanced at him, then smirked, dangling the organ as if taunting him.

"Your rage is creating many flaws in your attacks," She muttered. "You should regulate your emotions."

Unable to accept this situation—the High Millinar tried to get back up again, but another raw explosion erupted from the new hole in his side, blasting him across the red shore. He tumbled, crashed—and lay there in utter shock.

Somehow, the weakest enemy had reduced him to this state.

Even then, he was still a High Millinar.

Almost instantly, the fatal wounds were stuffed with water.

It rushed into the gashes, the punctures, the torn cavities where organs had once been. It stopped every bleeding. It filled the emptiness. And then slowly, at a visible rate, it began to regenerate what was lost. His liver, kidney, the torn muscles, and shattered bones.

His regeneration was far weaker than Rex’s. Not instantly.

But it was enough to help him recover.

Once again, he rose to his feet, water still dripping from the wounds.

His teeth bared in a snarl of defiance. He would charge. He would kill Davina right now.

Just then, his movements came to an abrupt stop.

A presence lingered in the air. Something wrong. Something that should not be there.

For a second, the High Millinar stared at the triumphant smile on Davina’s lips.

She was looking at him as if he had made a grave mistake, but he didn’t know what he did wrong.

Only then did his eyes widen as he remembered something—someone.

He turned.

And at the sight of the scene that greeted him, his breath got caught in his throat.

His comrade was standing straight. Too straight. Rigid—like a man who had forgotten how to fall. And there, protruding from his chest, was an intricate blade coated in blood. The tip protruded from his sternum, glistening under the pale moonlight.

Behind him, a figure emerged from the shadows.

Vadyn.

Her lethal eyes sparkled—cold and pitiless. She pushed the blade deeper. More blood drizzled from the corner of her comrade’s lips, a thin red line that traced down his chin, and then dripped onto the shattered patch underneath.

Seeing this, the High Millinar staggered.

And inside, his mind reeled as he made eye contact with Vadyn.

’I saw him shatter her—Diamantona... He shattered her into a thousand shards effortlessly. She was supposed to be dead.’ He unconsciously took a step back, realizing that the table had been turned. ’Not even her presence remained, so how is she still here? How is she still alive?!’

Vadyn’s lips curled as if she could hear what he was thinking.

Even without the ability to read minds, she could already tell that he was utterly surprised.

Of course, Diamantona’s attack was surprisingly lethal, and it caught her by surprise.

Considering all the preparations she had made, every protective treasure she wore to ensure that even if she were caught off guard, she wouldn’t die, Diamantona had demonstrated the power to bypass them all as if they were nothing but decorations.

It was surprising, but she couldn’t be killed without total annihilation.

All glass shards must be destroyed, or else she would simply return.

Diamantona’s immortal energy was ridiculously high, so it took her some time to recover. Even now—she was still not at full power. But it wasn’t enough to decimate her completely, which was enough to keep her alive.

No, more than that.

Because of Diamantona’s nonchalance, she was able to make use of the situation.

She managed to land a sneak attack like this was all thanks to that.

On the side, Davina was not surprised. She already knew that Vadyn was still alive and was waiting in the darkness to make her move. Just earlier, while she was bound and lashed by the High Millinar—she had seen something.

A reflection of the moonlight coming from the side.

It was a glass panel, growing bigger as it absorbed more and more of the scattered glass shards.

And inside that glass panel’s reflection, there was a pair of ghostly eyes.

Davina realized that it was Vadyn.

Regardless of what happened earlier—she hadn’t been killed. She was never dead. Something had saved her—what, Davina didn’t know—and she had stayed low ever since, keeping out of sight, biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Naturally, that was what Davina did.

Knowing that Vadyn needed an opportunity to finish the wounded High Millinar, she decided to endure the beating from the High Millinar. Let him soak in the exhilaration of striking her. And while his focus was on her, Vadyn came out and ended the wounded High Millinar.

Vadyn drove her blade deeper, through the heart.

She could hear the choking and the gurgle, sounds that many would feel uncomfortable listening to.

But it was nothing more than music to her.

As the blade sank deeper, the wounded High Millinar let out a choked gasp. Once the blade was pulled out with a brutal pull, his knees buckled instantly. He dropped forward like a collapsing building, and struck the ground face-first.

Now there was only one more High Millinar. And he was wounded. Bleeding. Two against one.

Sensing the dire situation, a chill ran down his spine.

It was a familiar chill, the same chill he had felt the first time death brushed against him.

And this time, it didn’t feel like a warning but more like a promise. ’I’m in trouble...’