In an instant, a chill rose from beneath his feet, churning its way to his skull.
Bertnar squinted, his fingers unnaturally clutching, as blood-red goosebumps appeared on his chest and back.
He had tangled with Witch Yundie for a long time, believing she was an experienced Supreme Saint nearing Perfection, with profound witchcraft and skilled techniques, difficult to predict.
But that was just her apparent strength. Witch Yundie had been playing him all along, toying with him like one would toy with a monkey. Even if the fight turned heaven and earth upside down, victory could never be his.
"Great Witch... are you a False God?"
"Just like the Guangqing Divine Maiden of the Guangwu Clan... have you reached the realm of the False God... about to transcend the Supreme Saint... and contend for Divine Enthronement?"
The surviving Cloud Witch Goddess asked, her pupils mixed with shock and horror, her body trembling.
"Yes."
