"Wu Xuezhu, the divine has fallen not more than two hundred years ago, what other tricks do you have? Use them all now."
In the Blood Witch Ancestral Land, blood rain poured down, blood springs gushed forth, intertwining signs of dark red fresh blood everywhere, enveloping the air with a rich scent of blood.
In such profound mysteries and great changes, there was a Sun God Bridge shimmering in brilliant golden light, as if spanning from the other shore.
The Light Witch God stood on the bridge, hands clasped behind his back, his face wrinkled with age, bearing a calm serenity unshaken by the ancient waves.
He did not truly speak, but his loud spiritual transmission effortlessly spread across the entire Blood Witch Ancestral Land.
Wu Xuebi, Wu Xuepang, Wu Xuewan...
Even Wu Xuelu, who was on the brink of death, all the witches clenched their lips, their eyes not showing fear but filled with a fierce hatred that sought to crunch bones and devour flesh.
