"Do you think you are certain to win this war? You dominants are too prideful."
The Empress, whose Mental Power Avatar had just been shattered by the Seven Sins Blade without putting up much of an effective resistance, issued a wail of a defeated dog. At least, that's how it seemed to Muria.
Given the current situation, this Insect Race Empress was utterly powerless to recover. The epic battle power in her hands had long since been broken, and her true self hadn't yet revealed itself up until now, indicating she was not adept at combat.
"What tricks do you have left? Or do you have reinforcements?"
Muria began to slash stars, and though his target was a star that appeared to have a strong healing power, he was curious to see whether his speed of destruction was faster or the opponent's speed of recovery.
"Give my daughter back, or you will regret it."
