Though she was a Sixth Rank Demigod, capable of suppressing a host of masters inside the Council Hall in an instant,
in the face of her future self, she seed sowhat powerless to fight back.
Even though her opponent only had Second Rank power at the mont, even though the vast span of a hundred thousand years had weakened her significantly, she was still the ultimate antagonist who could hunt gods—the Doomsday Witch.
Of course, it was unknown how much of this was Ivyst intentionally showing weakness.
Miss Witch’s expression was icy cold.
She had wanted to use future mories to see what this woman was currently plotting.
Having the strength of a Sixth Rank Demigod and influenced by Lynn’s twisted fate, she was far stronger than she used to be at this ti.
Even if not victorious, she should not have been defeated so cleanly.
According to Miss Witch’s understanding of herself, this woman was likely brewing so foolish trick.
However, the situation at hand involved Lynn.
Given Lynn’s uniqueness, the Doomsday Witch couldn’t see the future related to him through mories.
This also naturally made it impossible for her to guess her past self’s thoughts.
Seemingly sensing the other’s hesitation, a glimpse of understanding flickered in Ivyst’s eyes.
Indeed, she had not guessed wrong.
By binding herself and Lynn together in this way, even this despicable woman couldn’t read her thoughts through future mories.
In an instant, the initial disadvantage was overturned.
Yet, that was not enough.
With this in mind, a plan already forming, Ivyst’s expression suddenly dimd a bit.
"You’re really strong."
For so reason, she said so.
The Doomsday Witch remained silent, always staring at her with a detached expression.
"Having a face more beautiful than mine, possessing strength and composure far surpassing mine." A tragically beautiful smile suddenly appeared on Ivyst’s face, "In every aspect, I am surpassed by you."
"Even the beloved dog was heartlessly taken away by you."
Ivyst curled up, looking sowhat sad.
Under the moonlight, her crimson beautiful eyes, for so reason, misted up, making one feel deeply distressed.
"Though you already have so much, why resort to such despicable ans as altering mories, stealing away the things I cherish most from my side?"
"rely to prove you are stronger than ? Then, is it okay if I admit defeat?"
"I’m begging you... begging you..."
"Could you... return my dog to ?"
Unexpectedly, the usually dignified Imperial Princess now revealed a trendously vulnerable side in front of the Doomsday Witch.
She seed to have forgotten her previous resolve to never lose to her opponent.
Moreover, Ivyst’s tone even vaguely mixed with a sobbing sound,
as if she were rely a little girl whose cherished toy had been stolen.
However, all these in Miss Witch’s eyes seed especially contrived.
She frowned: "You truly are hopelessly despicable."
"Though I don’t know what dark sche you are currently plotting, but don’t you know one thing?"
"In the face of absolute power, any conspiracy is futile."
At that mont, the overwhelming aura unique to the Supre God surged forth, causing Ivyst’s face to turn increasingly pale.
The Doomsday Witch slowly approached her, her gaze devoid of any rcy: "Do you think, being a past version of , that you have the right to be capricious?"
"Do you think... I dare not kill you?"
"Yes, indeed I dare not kill you," the Doomsday Witch looked down upon her, "because if you die, I can’t live either."
"However... so unconventional thods might be worth a try."
"According to the original fate, you should’ve fallen back asleep after absorbing the Wish Jar and the new traits, but because of him, the originally hopeless fate was altered."
"Yet, it seems this change isn’t sothing I want to see."
Sensing the intentions of the individual before her.
In the next second, Ivyst’s previous weakness vanished, replaced by unprecedented fierce killing intent.
Miss Witch’s expression was ice-cold, issuing a final ultimatum: "If you dare to harm my followers again, I will revert your deviated fate."
"Like finding another Level 0 Sealed Object, letting you completely Devour it, and then having a good sleep for two or three years."
"After that, I will take him away forever." Frad by the possibility, a glint of intrigue flashed in the eyes of the Doomsday Witch, "Even if it’s impossible to change the future by influencing the past, even if the outco is death... spending so wonderful ti with him before death wouldn’t be too bad."
"How much longer until Dharma’s Sword falls? A thousand years? Two thousand years? Or even longer?"
Who says Miss Witch doesn’t curse?
The insults and provocations mingled in those words were even stronger than cursing!
"If you can do it, then have a try."
Ivyst’s voice was very calm, yet it pierced with an unprecedented chill.
At this mont, she no longer concealed her power, a blood-red door silently opened behind her, countless corpses slowly flowed in the river of blood.
"The weakening it has caused you after spanning a hundred thousand years must be more severe than you imagined, right?" Ivyst slowly stood up, her originally pale face instantly regained color and her montum climbed vigorously, "I’m really curious, where did you get the courage to pose in front of this Princess?"
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