Capítulo 908: Chapter 452: Mother Moth_3
“Zorn has gone mad, joined the Ancient Witch Revival Association, he wants to kill …”
Misha spoke.
Heather ignored him, concentrating instead on clearing the surrounding monsters, searching for a possible way out.
At this mont, a piercing whistle echoed from the sky above the three of them. They looked up to see a blue water giant, hundreds of ters tall, raising its arms, with ripples flowing over its entire body, as if drawing the entire waters of Spirit Lake towards it.
The terrifying aura of a Late Level 6 enveloped the battleground in a veil of blurry, twisting water.
A large swarm of black moths in the sky was crushed, and so evil Wizards in Black Robes, unable to dodge in ti, were overwheld by the power, and their bodies exploded.
“It’s the Deep Sea Elder!”
Misha uttered with surprise and joy, blurting it out instinctively.
Spirit Lake holds profound might; these Level 5 Wizards are rely of middle rank. The real strength lies in the Elder-level characters of the three factions.
Among them, the Leaders of the three factions, the Great Elders, stand out, each being a Late Level 6 Great Wizard.
Hope shone in the eyes of the three, but it dimd quickly with a woman’s sharp, manic laughter.
“The Flas of Spirit Lake are long extinguished, leaving only you two. What are you still holding onto?
Why not embrace the arms of the great Mother Moth…
The House of Moth, the Box of Moth, Mother Moth will grant you rebirth!”
The enormous blue water giant shattered into pieces amidst the laughter, revealing a woman’s figure.
Her appearance was indistinguishable, as nurous tiny black moths sward her face and body, leaving only a pair of eerie blue-gray eyes visible.
Suddenly, the woman lifted her hand, and in front of her, a strangely long black tentacle appeared out of nowhere, lashing out like a whip.
A space was whipped, wrinkled, and twisted like paper by the tentacle, and a figure in a Grey Robe stumbled out of the Void in disarray, retreating.
The black tentacle lashed his body several tis, causing him to tremble, a large amount of black-gray viscous fluid oozing from beneath his Magic Robe.
Another figure in a Grey Robe quickly erged, supporting the trembling man’s back with one steady hand.
He held a gray staff, chanting rapidly, as two Wizards in dark blue Magic Robes rushed towards the woman from left and right, seemingly trying to shield the Grey Robe Wizard’s spellcasting.
But the woman, covered head to toe in moths, rely glanced at them, and several black tentacles appeared again from thin air, disappearing in the Void in an instant.
The two Deep Sea Wizards didn’t even have ti to cast a spell before their bodies were simultaneously blasted to pieces.
One’s soul was imdiately entangled by the black moth swarm lying in wait, devoured in an instant, while the other’s soul fled in horrified panic.
Misha and the others witnessed all of this from below, overwheld, their emotions indescribable.
Even a Leader of one faction couldn’t withstand a single spell attack from that woman; ordinary Level 6 Wizards were like insects, swatted to death at will.
The strength of this woman, covered in sinister moths, far exceeded their comprehension.
“Who is she?”
Misha couldn’t help but murmur.
Heather and Heliodor remained silent, but nearby, a Level 5 Wizard in a bloodstained, fiery red robe spoke sorrowfully, gritting his teeth: “She is Cersei, the daughter of the White Witch King, who has fully joined the Dark camp of the Ancient Witch Revival Association.
Six months ago, the Leader of our Fla School… was killed by her!”
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