Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Fear began to envelop her heart.

She really couldn't win, and she didn't know how long she could hold on.

"Can't be afraid, absolutely can't be afraid."

Isatia shouted in her heart as sweat soaked her short hair and clothes.

"Isatia, just hold steady over there, Hyperion is safe now."

Abigail's voice reached her immediately.

"Really?!"

Isatia's eyes lit up.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Marquis rushed again, she suddenly crouched down, darting past the Marquis's side with lightning speed and accurately casting a spell to conjure a set of ice shackles to lock onto the Marquis's legs.

Before her feet hit the ground, Isatia had already thrown another set of ice crystal shackles towards Marquis Bainhardt, then scrambled to her feet and fled like mad.

The shackles drew an arc through the air, accompanied by a crisp "click," firmly locking the Marquis's wrists.

After hearing the news that the situation had eased, she no longer wanted to desperately seek a breakthrough in battle. Since she couldn't win, she'd just kite him around.

Though her performance looked a bit unsightly, as long as she could hold him back, it was enough.

"Are you really the Princess of Demon Clan?!"

Marquis Bainhardt roared angrily.

He swung his shackled arms, trying to break free, but the ice seal temporarily restricted his movements.

"Only a Princess of Demon Clan who survives is a good Princess of Demon Clan! It's not shameful to be a vagabond!"

Isatia taunted as she ran, turning back to pull down her lower eyelids with her fingers.

A Princess of Demon Clan must master two things in life: one is freeloading, and the other is escape!

Isatia wanted to write this into the family teachings.

Gradually, she also felt the slight familiar Magic Power from the south, that which she had longed for but was untouchable.

"Migaya, you're back!"

Isatia's joyful face carried a bit of sadness, with tears drifting from the corners of her eyes as she desperately fled in the Soul Hall.

She could see her handsome husband again, could hug her pretty husband again.

Warmth and joy were about to overflow from her face, so Isatia quickly tensed her relaxing cheeks, reminding herself the battle was yet ongoing, she couldn't let any weaknesses show.

Apparently, wishing to her brother could really make things happen.

Wait.

Was Migaya actually Lanci's father-in-law or uncle?

Why did she feel the family hierarchy was getting messier?

Actually, Isatia sorted it out carefully, and essentially, it's her adopted elder sister Talia's problem; Talia was the root of the messed-up relations.

If only her sister could call her mom once, all problems would be solved.

But doing so would seem quite rebellious.

No matter, first hold back Marquis Bainhardt in the Soul Hall.

...

East-side Piercing Cold Hall.

Countless phantoms of Heratier appeared around Sigrid, each causing the starlight of the Chihan Maze to shine.

Sigrid didn't care about Heratier's attacks at all, raising her fists and slamming them down on the ground.

The earth trembled, the ice layer shattered, and the Piercing Cold Hall, barely holding up, suffered further devastation.

Numerous ice pillars fell, crashing onto the ground, scattering icy debris sky-high.

Heratier's phantoms also shattered, forcing her to reveal her figure, her face pale, cold sweat beading her forehead.

She hadn't expected Sigrid would already start ignoring her attacks and dismantling the Piercing Cold Hall, while her own attacks posed little to no substantial threat to Sigrid.

"Madwoman, stop now, you can't tear it down!"

Heratier shouted angrily, yet a hint of fear rose in her heart.

Sigrid's life recovery was not only frightening, but she also seemed to possess a high-level rapid Heal, allowing her to quickly restore her youth slightly while instantly recovering her life state.

Though Sigrid evidently didn't need to use that spell earlier, it was as if she sincerely wanted to taunt Heratier, deliberately demonstrating to her that all attacks were ineffective.

The only thing Heratier could do was continually use her spells to repel Sigrid and hinder her destruction of the Piercing Cold Hall.

However, this time, Sigrid seemed to seize the opportune moment, suddenly charging at Heratier with fists as powerful as mountains. Heratier quickly activated the star map, intertwining beams of starlight into a shield before her.

Sigrid's fists smashed heavily onto the star shield, which shattered instantly, turning into stardust, but bought Heratier precious time.

She hadn't anticipated that Sigrid would randomly still target her.

She swiftly dodged, pointing her Rod at Sigrid, with starlight gathering again, transforming into a repelling force field, driving towards Sigrid.

Sigrid neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the Star Blade Force Field to carve gashes on her body.

Blood splattered, yet she seemed oblivious, her eyes filled with silver gleam, fists carrying destructive power, aiming to bury Heratier forever beneath these ruins.

"You've already revealed a flaw."

The silver glow in Sigrid's eyes reached its peak, her speed so fast that Marquis Heratier couldn't see, and this time, she captured Heratier's actual figure.

Heratier was astonished beyond words, just about to phase and escape when Sigrid went a step ahead, landing a heavy punch on her chest!

Boom!

Heratier flew out like a kite with cut strings, smashing against the ice wall, sending a dull crashing sound.

Her body slid down, helplessly collapsed on the ground, blood gushing endlessly from her mouth.

Just a full-force punch from Sigrid was enough to shatter all of Heratier's internal organs.

Sigrid slowly walked to Heratier, the silver light around her continuing to blaze.