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John and his team members moved as agile as dancers in the random attacks of the green electric balls, stepping on the edge of death with every move. They continued to fire at Laplace, hoping to find a breakthrough, but every laser bullet seemed to be devoured by an invisible force, silently dissipating in the air, extinguishing all sparks of hope.
This situation left John feeling confused and powerless, as he had never encountered such a formidable opponent. As their attacks proved ineffective time and time again, Laplace's maniacal laughter pierced through the chaos of the battlefield, "Hahaha! Fools! I have the protection of chaos! You cannot harm me!" His voice was filled with contempt and confidence, like an absolute ruler watching struggling ants at his feet.
Faced with this situation, both John and the team members felt a sense of defeat rising in their hearts. How could they break through the protection of chaotic forces? This was not just a test of strength, but also a test of wisdom. John realized that they needed to find a new way, a way to penetrate the protection of Laplace's chaos, in order to end this battle.
Karenmu's shield cut a clear path in the air, and his figure appeared extremely firm and brave amidst the surround of lightning and green electric balls. Each step seemed like a race against death, but his gaze remained unwavering, locked only on the Laplace in front of him.
Laplace, seeing this, his arrogant smile became even more twisted as he reached out to unleash a more intense thunderbolt towards Karenmu. This time, the thunderbolt seemed to tear through space with an irresistible force, heading straight for Karenmu. However, Karenmu's shield and protective barrier combined to display an unusually strong defensive capability, managing to directly block this attack. The shimmering light on the shield seemed to prove its indestructibility.
With a determined effort, Karenmu finally charged up to Laplace, and with his hammer honed through countless battles, he swung it down fiercely, driven by the desire for victory and a sense of responsibility towards his comrades. This strike was the culmination of all his strength and a strong desire for victory in this battle.
At the moment when the giant hammer was about to fall, a hint of panic flashed in Laplace's eyes. He seemed not to have expected that Karenmu could break through his defense at close range. At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and all eyes were focused on the impending eruption of power.
Just as Karenmu was about to land a full blow, an astonishing change suddenly occurred. Karenmu's giant hammer, carrying an unparalleled storm force, smashed towards the ground, but only hit empty space. Laplace seemed like a phantom, appearing again on the other side of the platform, his figure flickering and blending with the air, making it difficult to grasp.
Laplace burst into wild laughter, his mocking and sneering filling the air, seemingly reveling in the helplessness and anger of the crowd. His laughter was like a sharp blade, cutting through the tense atmosphere of the battlefield, leaving everyone feeling a great sense of defeat.
At this moment, Alixia's anger reached its boiling point. With a fierce kick, she sent a rat warrior who tried to block her flying, crashing heavily into a distant rock wall, emitting a muffled groan. Alixia's eyes sparkled with determination as she tightly gripped her star spear, advancing steadfastly towards Laplace's new position, every step filled with resolve and unyielding spirit.
Alixia's movements were swift and resolute. She tucked her trusted spear behind her back and tightly gripped a long sword drawn from her waist, its blade shimmering with a cold light in the faint glow. She turned to her comrades, her voice firm and powerful, saying, "John! Taktron! Cover me!" Her eyes were filled with determination, as if she had already prepared to face everything.
John evidently felt anxious about Alixia's sudden action and tried to stop her impulsiveness. "Alixia! Don't be impulsive! We must..." But before he could fully express his words, Alixia had already dashed off like an arrow, sword in hand, heading straight towards Laplace.
Her movements were quick and resolute, without hesitation she charged towards the center of the battlefield, where Laplace was arrogantly provoking them with his chaotic magic. John and Taktron could only watch helplessly as Alixia's figure disappeared into the smoke of the battle ahead, filled with worry and unease, but knowing that the only thing they could do now was to provide her with the strongest support.
In the intense battle, Alixia was simultaneously cutting down the rat people who were trying to intercept her, while rapidly analyzing the enemy's tactics. In her view, Laplace seemed to be using a highly advanced form of chaotic magic, skillfully tearing through space and achieving instant teleportation by leaping into these temporary rifts. This ability made him move like a ghost on the battlefield, elusive and difficult to pin down.
In the clash of swords and magic, Alixia's mind burst with a bold plan. If Laplace's movement truly relied on the instantaneous tearing and traversing of space, then perhaps she could intervene in this process, using her own psychic power to seal the rift formed in that instant.
She imagined that when Laplace attempted to tear space again to escape, she would focus all her psychic energy to seal the crack at the moment it formed. This would not only intercept his escape route, but also potentially trap Laplace in the fissure she created, leading to his own downfall.
Alixia knows that this plan carries an extremely high risk, and places extremely strict demands on her psychic control abilities. Any slight mistake could lead to the failure of the plan, or even backlash against herself. But at this moment, it seems that extreme measures are the only way to effectively stop Laplace's madness. She tightly grips the long sword in her hand, calmly and resolutely preparing herself, silently praying in her heart that her plan will succeed.
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