"What's there to panic about?"
"The Blood Witch God is dead. Relying on the defense of the Ancestral Land, even if they can hold out momentarily with their capable displays, they won't last long."
At the dome above, another radiant Light Witch Goddess sneered with the corners of her mouth curling up slightly.
She was draped in moonlight silk ribbons, with a white thorny cloth armor tied around her waist, revealing a spring-like neck and a patch of snow-white thigh. Yet there was not a trace of flirtatiousness about her; she exuded a peaceful and holy beauty instead.
"Guanghe, Guangyu, follow me into battle."
"Yes, Zhi sister."
One command, two acknowledgments, three pillars of Holy Light charged into the sky.
Leading the group, Witch Guangzhi, manifested a five-clawed White Dragon behind her.
