Ainsley was amazed, and she couldn't help but admire Wilhelm so much.
Maybe she admired the boy as much as she admired the Godfather before.
Wilhelm's battle inspired Ainsley greatly, and the baby realized the gap between experts and her, who could only create domains by risking her own life when she went berserk.
So this is what an expert is like...
Wilhelm didn't stop at just using celestial puppets to protect him while he ran back to the crimson island.
He would also occasionally control the red threads in the air and move his fingers, slashing the enemies with the invisible threads!
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
Whoever got unlucky to be targeted like this would be cut to pieces without knowing how they died because they didn't even see the dense threads filling the air.
The sky had slowly brightened, and soon, it would turn azure blue, not ebony black like the nighttime anymore.
