The spear hummed and shimmered with silver light as it exuded a bone-chilling cold. The air began to warp wherever it passed, letting out a sharp, ear-splitting screech.

Azalea didn't dare take it head-on. She quickly retreated, and her hands formed intricate signs as she murmured an incantation. She pointed toward Veronica, who was chasing her.

The battle ring suddenly erupted with a mass of black vines. These vines, almost as if they possessed a mind of their own, shot up with incredible spe