ssage interrupted.
Qin Chu stood still, his gaze fixed straight ahead, and he didn’t speak for several minutes.
He was planning in his mind.
To deal with Asina, he had to adopt a completely different approach from the one used with Catherine—it was a challenge.
Asina wasn’t like Catherine, who lacked intelligence... um, this way of putting it seems a bit unkind to Catherine. The Crimson Valkyrie is a... well, that’s not quite right either, simple-minded, strong-limbed? That doesn’t seem appropriate... Hmm, perhaps it should be said she’s honest... Yes, she’s an honest person.
Catherine was not one for convoluted sches; she wasn’t stupid, just liked to avoid using her brain when others were scheming and strategizing. Catherine was also not a magician, and was not sensitive to magic or magic potions.
But Asina was different.
The effect of City Beauty Love would be detected at the first sip, and Asina would also notice any spiritual manipulation magic. She was clever and cunning, insidious, and ruthless. Even though she appeared to be just a soft and warm big sister, she was as cruel and ruthless as Rose Vesper.
Even if he could defeat Asina with his overwhelming strength and plant a powerful curse on her that would cause her to explode and die if she disobeyed, this woman would try every ans to send out a ssage, even at the cost of her life.
To make Asina obey, there seed to be only one choice: a Soul Fragnt of the First Generation Brave. If he could control one of those, Asina would have no choice but to listen.
Because she couldn’t bear the consequences of Jie Luo’s soul being crushed by Qin Chu.
No matter how he pondered, the answer was still the sa: the realm of the Storm Witch was a place he must explore.
Shaye inwardly thanked Angelica because it was Angelica’s ssage that diverted Qin Chu’s attention from wondering why his level was increasing so slowly.
"Let’s go, this way..."
Under Shaye’s earnest guidance, the group proceeded at a slow pace.
They passed through the dense jungle and suddenly ca upon an expanse of desert larger than an average city, surrounded by woods. There were no plants, no animals, just endless fine sand, forming a huge funnel-shape.
Nine tornadoes like giant pythons connected the sky and the ground, whipping up the sand into the air, twisting their massive bodies with abandon. Even from a great distance, the terrifying energy contained within the tornadoes could be felt.
Yellow sand filled the air, and through a hazy fog of dust, a tall castle could be glimpsed in the distance.
"Over there, that’s the abode of the Storm Witch," Shaye erged from behind Qin Chu, wrapping her arms around his neck, hanging on his back.
She was no longer content to sit on his shoulders; she wanted a unique spot, leaving the shoulder for Antia.
With her delicate fingers pointing towards the base of the nine tornadoes, at the deepest part of the funnel, Shaye spoke in a solemn and serious tone, "Look there..."
Following the direction of Shaye’s fair fingers, Qin Chu fell silent, standing quietly and staring at the concavity that appeared abyss-like, a paleness that even the yellow sand could not obscure.
White bones!
The amount was indeterminable; to say there were mountains of them wouldn’t be an exaggeration. There were human bones, wild animal bones, demon bones, and even so bones that Qin Chu couldn’t na, of unknown origin. He felt his scalp tingle at the thought that he might beco one of those many bones.
A massive array of bones crowded together, forming a huge ellipse. In the center of the ellipse, the bones made up ominous symbols.
It was those symbols that made Qin Chu furrow his brows.
He had so recollection of these symbols, as if he had seen them sowhere before... That’s right, he had seen them in the Holy Court.
Next to the statue of the Holy Light Goddess in the Holy Court, there were such weird patterns on the statues of one of the seven auxiliary deities.
Instinctively, Qin Chu crossed his hands in front of his chest. This was the domain of the Storm Witch; how could there be a connection with the Holy Court? Witches and courts were always at odds with each other.
Suddenly, a chill ran down Qin Chu’s spine. He felt as if he shouldn’t be here, as if he was about to get into so kind of trouble, yet he had to obtain the Soul Fragnt of the First Generation Brave.
This area also made Catherine feel very uncomfortable; sweat had already ford in the palm of her hand, an invisible oppression shrouded her entire body, and it seed to Catherine that there was an illusion of pairs of eyes spying on her from places she could not see, as the wild wind blew her crimson ponytail fluttering behind her.
Ever since her master said he liked this look, Catherine had been keeping her hair in a ponytail.
On the other side, Antia had also erged from Qin Chu’s body, her petite figure gripping a long spear twice her own height. Antia was very powerful, though not as potent as in her heyday, but she was by no ans a weakling; yet this place even made Antia feel sowhat uneasy.
What made Antia feel even more weird was that at the sa ti as feeling uneasy, there was a strangely familiar sensation.
After a long while, Qin Chu finally lowered his arms. He took a step forward, choosing to approach the bones at the center of the depression in the desert!
He was quite curious about the symbols ford by the bones.
Shaye’s figure floated in mid-air in front of Qin Chu, her arms spread open, blocking his path:
"Hey, isn’t this far enough? You’re not really going to look for the Storm Witch, are you? I rember telling you before that the relationship between witches is terrible."
"Even though I don’t know why, it seems like there’s no hatred or grudge, but as soon as we et, it’s a fight to the death."
"With the way I am now, if I were to be discovered by the Storm Witch, she would definitely launch an attack, and that witch would surely devour any power I possess."
Shaye prattled on and on, quite dissatisfied with Qin Chu’s desire to take risks.
"That really sounds terrifying..."
Suddenly, a gentle and soft voice ca from behind them.
In that instant, everyone’s bodies stiffened reflexively; soone had approached them to this extent without their notice?
It was like a gentle breeze; had the other party not spoken up, they might not have even been aware of their presence. Either the person’s strength far exceeded theirs, or they possessed an extrely powerful ability to conceal their whereabouts, or perhaps, both were true...
No one knew what had appeared behind them, but in such a weird place... Antia’s expression suddenly beca very serious. In the next instant, she grabbed the long spear with one hand and twisted her waist, her body spinning around violently.
The black flas entwined around the spear like a long snake in an instant, and with a hissing sound, just as her body turned towards the back, the spear flew out of her hand. The elongated shaft tore through the air with a piercing sound.
Endowed with a terrifying force, the spear itself trembled violently. The spearhead tore through the air at an astonishing speed, like a dark teor stabbing toward the back.
And there, standing behind them, was a shapely young woman.
Her silver-white hair was fluttering in the wild wind, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, smiling a subtle and fleeting smile.
She was most definitely a great beauty.
’Great’ here isn’t ant to be twisted. Of course, she was indeed not small, but that primarily refers to another aspect.
Even Catherine, who was over one ter eighty, seed like a little dwarf in front of this lady. The lady’s nearly three-ter-tall stature appeared very exaggerated, yet this did not make her look cumberso; on the contrary, her body’s curves were voluptuous and graceful.
Under the wild wind, her towering chest seed to undulate with the breeze. Relative to her height, her waist appeared extraordinarily slender, but at her hips, there was a sudden prominence. The lines of her chest, waist, and hips were exaggerated yet perfect. Though her excessive height seed a bit weird, it also exuded a kind of unusual sexiness.
Perhaps because of her trendous height, her legs appeared particularly plump, round, and elongated, leading one to wonder involuntarily what she had eaten to grow so tall.
How did she manage to approach them silently?
Silver hair, blue skirt—all seed to break free from their restraints, fluttering in the wild wind, revealing a section of fair calf and a bare jade foot. Her whole body was suspended in mid-air, with the rounded tips of her feet pointing naturally downwards.
At the ankle of her jade foot dangled a silver anklet that made a crisp sound as the wind blew, giving the woman an ethereal and gentle quality, while a beauty mark at the corner of her eye added a touch of allure to her impressive stature.
That beauty, that quality, could even make one subconsciously overlook her sowhat exaggerated height.
She was just smiling with a faint presence, seemingly unaware that a long spear wrapped in dark red flas, like a teor tearing through the sky, was rushing straight towards her chest.
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