At the critical moment, Linken swung her palms together and caught the luminous feather in a clap.

A thunderous echo reverberated in the void as the feather was half destroyed, yet what remained of the spine still shot out of her palms and sunk into her chest.

Linken let out a muffled groan. Deathly pale, she was flung back several dozen meters before managing to find her footing. She said while glaring at Qianye, “Turns out the Demoness was really injured in your hands. I thought she was faking it at first. Where does your move come from?”

Qianye naturally wouldn’t tell her anything and only maintained his silence.

Linken’s eyes turned cold. “Fine, there’s no need to leave you alive if you’re not going to speak.”

She arrived before Qianye with a clear whistle, but she flashed back to her original position before she could even attack. The luminous wing behind Qianye lit up once more as his handgun began overflowing with light—a feather of light was vaguely starting to form.

Linken was now clear that there was no way to evade this feather after it was shot. The only thing she could...