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Immortal Huanglong had been dragged to the ground by several battle witches, still in his dragon form, with his head cocked and his tongue sticking out.
Without saying much, Guang Chengzi waved his sleeve, and a white cloud lifted Immortal Huanglong up and behind him. He then bowed his hands courteously to the witches below.
The expression on Ancestral Witch Xuan Ming's face was ashen.
But in the end, she did not speak another word.
Guang Chengzi said indifferently, "Sister Mother Guiling, you can come out now, the companion you wished to save has been rescued."
A small head poked out from the Great Turtle Shell.
Mother Guiling's eyes lit up, and she smiled, "It's Brother Guang Chengzi! I'll come up now! Thanks for your help, Brother! But these members of the Witch Clan all seem quite out of energy!"
The twelve great witches and a group of adult members of the Witch Clan glared angrily at the Great Turtle Shell.
