If Aysa had still been at her peak, then even the pig-headed man's sudden attack wouldn't have been enough to leave her in such a sorry state. With her sharp senses and immense magical power, she would have been able to withstand it.
But her level had dropped far too much. Her body and soul had both suffered heavy damage. In her current weakened state and distracted moment, she was like a mere sandbag, unable to defend against such a brutal blow. Her aura grew even more feeble and dispirited.
Now, with her strength in free fall and her physical condition worsening, she was no longer a match for Make and the pig-headed man.
This kind of power gap was no longer something she could make up for with Sacred Vestiges alone.
Seeing Aysa crash into the town square, the pig-headed man chuckled coldly and raised his hand. Dense bone spikes gathered into a massive claw, sweeping toward the townspeople below, ready to crush them into bloody pulp—then swallow them whole.
