"Evora!!!"
The distorting gravity, accompanied by Ephesande's ferocious roar, forcibly tore apart the world's barriers. Compared to Flamelle's graceful door-opening and Evora's delicate spatial manipulation, Ephesande's methods appeared crude, yet they equally demonstrated her … terrifying power.
This empress, who yearned to ascend to the seventh stage through Ansel, was clearly restraining her strength. Her power could potentially uproot the imperial capital in an instant or flatten it to the ground, but she refrained from doing so—she hadn't even ignited the Flamefeast fire.
Evidently, in Ephesande's eyes, if dealing with these two powerless beings required her to exert enough force to destroy the capital, then the term "divine species" would be laughable.
