Chapter 210

She and Diluc couldn't run away; at the moment, they could only see if they could let Kaeya and Lumine leave.

At the very least, they had to report to Venti and the others.

Kaeya gritted his teeth and didn't continue to say more, quietly walking toward Lumine and Paimon.

However, before he could walk over, looking at the black storm rising throughout Stormterror's Lair, Kaeya gave a bitter smile and turned back.

"Acting Grandmaster Jean, it seems we can't leave."

That pitch-black storm, like a tower, the nightmare in the hearts of Mondstadt people back then, had returned.

Boulders were pulled into it and easily torn to pieces.

The only exit was the wind hole above Dvalin's head.

Jean breathed with difficulty.

"Protect Lumine well!"

Not far away, in a hidden corner, Aether stared at Dvalin with a gloomy face, looking at the weak Lumine from time to time.

After a while, he grabbed the Abyss Mage beside him and said angrily:

"Didn't you say there was no remnant soul of Decarabian in Stormterror's Lair? What is this! Tell me what this is!"

The Abyss Mage swallowed hard.

"Your Highness, we really didn't find the remnant soul of Decarabian when we explored!"

"Damn thing!"

Aether smashed it away fiercely, a light sword condensing in his hand.

But soon he was hurriedly hugged by another Abyss Mage.

"Your Highness! You can't! If you take action with great fanfare, Celestia will notice!"

"The five-hundred-year plan cannot be wasted here!"

Aether slapped it away.

"Get lost! That's my sister!"

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

The Abyss Mage scrambled over to hug Aether's leg.

"You cannot take action! Subordinates have already notified the main Abyss force, and Lord Abyss Lector will arrive soon."

"Your sister will be fine!"

Aether took a few deep breaths, put away the light sword, and said coldly:

"If Lumine has any problems, you will all be buried with her!"

"Yes! Your Highness!"

Watching Lumine lying on the ground coughing blood, Aether's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife; at this moment, he regretted plotting against Dvalin immensely.

Not far away, Jean gripped the Favonius Sword tightly, staring at Dvalin who was ready to go in the high sky.

In her heart, she recalled the blood oath of the Gunnhildr family that her parents taught her.

The Gunnhildr family summoned Barbatos in ancient times, and since then, the contract of a thousand winds has flowed in their bloodline.

Although Jean didn't know if this contract power could let her withstand the current Dvalin.

But...

Obviously, there was no other way.

Jean took a deep breath, rolled up her sleeves, and a complicated rune gradually appeared on her fair forearm.

"Oh, thousand winds that have flowed for a thousand years without stopping, there has never been a corner without the sound of wind..."

With Jean's chanting, a clear flowing wind gradually brewed around her.

But this also made the remnant soul of Decarabian notice Jean.

"GUNNHILDR!!!"

Dvalin roared, not giving Jean a chance to chant, and dived straight toward Jean.

Jean's pupils shrank, subconsciously raising her sword to block.

But before the sword could be raised, the Favonius Sword suddenly flew out of her hand, stained with a layer of mysterious energy, and instantly stabbed toward Dvalin.

This Favonius Sword actually bloomed with power far beyond Jean's imagination, knocking Dvalin away directly, and then flew back to Jean's side, hovering and guarding her.

"Favonius Sword?"

Jean was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, the pitch-black storm of the entire Stormterror's Lair was cut through by an unimaginable sword Qi.

"Jean! I'm here!"

Lisa shouted, and everyone looked up.

Under the moonlight after the storm dispersed, Lisa stood on a gorgeous flying sword, standing in the void.

The surging aura, just slightly erupted, blew away the clouds.

Jean's heart relaxed, and she slumped to the ground.

"Lisa..."

"Lisa?"

Diluc struggled to turn over and look into the air; the figure standing in the air on the sword was so tall at this moment.

"Cultivating immortality..."

A spark of hope ignited in Diluc's eyes.

Lisa, who had always been indifferent to everything, looked at Jean's miserable state and was suddenly angry.

"Just a mere remnant soul... you should have disappeared quietly when you died!"

"How dare you come out to cause trouble!"

"Shushan disciple Lisa, here to subdue demons and eliminate devils!"

Lumine struggled to open her eyes, looked at Lisa in the air, spat out a mouthful of blood, and tremblingly reached out her hand.

"Sister Lisa... save me!!!"

Lisa looked at Lumine's condition and became even angrier.

Decarabian, who possessed Dvalin, saw that the situation was not good and turned to approach Lisa.

Countless pitch-black wind bullets bombarded Lisa first.

But they couldn't even shake Lisa's protective True Essence.

"Petty tricks!"

Lisa snorted coldly and pinched the sword formula.

"Borrowing your sword for a use!"

As soon as the voice fell, Jean and the others watched as their weapons turned into streams of light and rushed straight into the sky.

The swords left behind in the entire Stormterror's Lair also responded to Lisa's call.

Behind Lisa, they turned into a sky full of sword rain, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand...

Tens of thousands of swords densely covered the firmament, and the chill reflected under the moonlight made people feel a bit of stinging pain in their bones.

"Shushan Sword-Controlling Art... Sister Lisa... so cool!"

Even though she was already weak, Lumine still forced her body to sit up, excitedly cheering for Lisa.

Diluc stared blankly at Lisa, who was controlling countless flying swords, and the fire of desire for power in his heart instantly surged.

"Subdue Demons!"

Lisa pointed her fingers at Dvalin, and countless flying swords pressed toward Dvalin like a surging wave.

If Tartaglia saw this move, he would probably be scared to death.

Dvalin had nowhere to hide and could only forcibly mobilize the black storm to condense a barrier around his body, temporarily blocking many flying swords.

But occasionally, some still forcibly penetrated the storm and pierced Dvalin's body.

Dvalin, who was arrogant just now, was now tottering.

After roaring to the sky, he forcibly borrowed the ley line power of Stormterror's Lair.

Seeing this, Lisa frowned slightly, secretly thinking it was a pity.

If her Sword-Controlling Art could reach the minor success stage, and she could use the true Sword-Controlling Demon Subduing.

The power Dvalin was currently using, controlled by Decarabian, would be shattered in minutes.

It's a pity that her Sword-Controlling Art was cultivated only so-so; being able to control ten thousand swords at the moment was already not easy.

Seeing that Jean and the others were still seriously injured, Lisa didn't intend to continue dragging it out with Dvalin.

It was just a remnant soul of Decarabian...