"You’re from the Ye Clan?"
The silvery-tallic witch, her expression instantly darkened.
She sized up Ye Hanjun, sensing his aura in secret, yet she couldn’t match him with the Ye Clan in her mory.
"A saint? No, too weak of a physique."
"Not a saint? But where did that Thunder Sword co from? Why is it moving with him?"
tallic Witch Wu Jinyin, her thoughts in chaos, was forced to halt her reasoning.
Her clan wielded the power of tal, skilled at consuming hard substances and then refining materials beneficial to their spirit-tal bodies from them.
Though their resulting Spirit Wisdom was decent, it wasn’t suited for long-term or excessive thinking.
Once a flaw appeared in her seamless tallic witch body, it provided an opportunity for the enemy, inevitably reducing her combat effectiveness.
"Never mind, if he is from the Ye Clan, I cannot let you stay!"
"Just stand there and wait to die, old lady will smash your head with a punch, it won’t hurt much!"
"Dare to struggle, and I’ll cripple your limbs, smash every bone in your body, and finally press you into a at pie, stuffing it into the anus of lowly creatures!"
Wu Jinyin stamped her foot, declaring his death sentence while a gigantic tal fist flew towards him.
Her speed was not fast, but her montum was ferocious.
Though her body was only twenty to thirty ters tall, she felt like a moving iron mountain, impossible to stop from any direction, her fist’s path ant obliteration.
"Clang!"
Sword Thunder Child decisively retreated from the nose of the black tallic witch.
Just as the tip withdrew, the color of the electricity deepened, changing from sea blue to dark blue, then from dark blue to deep purple, as if moving from an incomplete combat state to being fully powered.
However, this ti, Sword Thunder Child did not unleash an astonishing sword glow.
It spun in place, like a cross-shaped dart, accelerating, flashing, accelerating, flashing.
By the ti Wu Jinyin’s fist arrived, in front of Ye Hanjun appeared a rapidly spinning thunder shield, purple electricity crackling loudly, reflecting eerie lightning within a ten-mile radius.
"Bang!"
A surge of bizarre strength slamd directly, the terrifying sonic boom churning in the current.
Ye Hanjun was flung away, unhard.
But the Cross Purple Sword in front of him slowly stopped spinning, with severe disturbances in its lightning.
"Witch Jinmo, if you’re not dead, get up for old lady."
"This sword isn’t a Beast Soldier, it’s a pure elental being, can’t be smashed, can’t be killed, counters our properties, not so easy to deal with!"
Standing still in her punching posture, Wu Jinyin’s face was especially grim.
She too had fallen into a paralyzed state, purple electricity trying to penetrate through her tallic armor into her organs.
Fortunately, with extraordinary physique, she managed to resist the electricity with her fleshly power, barely holding on.
"Clang!"
Sword Thunder Child and Wu Jinyin almost simultaneously regained their ability to act.
anwhile, the black tallic witch on the ground suddenly disintegrated.
She used a skill similar to decomposition, forcing the encompassing blue electricity to concentrate onto one tal breastplate.
Removing this breastplate was like discarding a ti bomb hidden within her body.
Barely regaining the ability to move, Witch Jinmo gasping for breath, her vitality visibly diminished.
"tal Fusion!"
Wu Jinyin glared fiercely, her attitude exceedingly adamant.
Witch Jinmo showed reluctance, but glancing at the Cross Thunder Sword transitioning from purple to gold, a fiercer look of resentnt appeared.
"Click, click, click—Clang!"
Witch Jinmo disintegrated again, black tallic chunks floating up, as if equipped with targeting radar, firmly enshing into Wu Jinyin’s body.
Thus, Wu Jinyin’s silver-tallic witch body displayed black and silver colors.
Not only did she beco taller and more robust, the threat perceivable by her spirits also grew geotrically.
tal Fusion—this is a classic racial skill of the tallic witches.
With this fusion skill, two Supre Sacred Voidals could compete against a Minor Saintly Perfection.
However, Wu Jinyin was already at Minor Saintly Perfection; after fusion, she could crush even wild beasts at the sa level, her confidence swelling by several folds.
"Smash him! Pulverize him!"
"Although my tallic witch clan has never produced The Fetus of God Sealing,"
"our tenacious vitality and iron-willed resolve, since our inception in the First Epoch of the Near Ancient Era, have always been among the strongest of the Holy Clans!"
"Betting on the hardness of tal, infusing the glory of the Witch Clan, flatten! Flatten! Flatten!!"
The voices of the two tallic witches overlapped, incredibly agitated.
Clearly, the enhancent in combat capabilities ca at the expense of so ntal stability.
Ye Hanjun stood firmly, the ever-loyal Sword Thunder Child moved again.
It didn’t defend, nor did it chop forward.
With a whoosh, Sword Thunder Child actually surged into the sky, reaching at least ten thousand ters in height.
"Rumble——"
The sword trembled, lightning surged violently.
A fist-sized storm of rain and lightning continued endlessly, golden lightning along with roaring wild wind, all pouring down towards one location.
The tallic witch, in a sprinting pose, was less than a hundred ters away from Ye Hanjun.
Her fist froze in mid-air, the dense, raised tal muscles on her arm looked ferocious.
But she couldn’t move, not at all.
A beam of golden lightning shot out from the tip of Sword Thunder Child, entering through the top of the tallic witch’s head.
Hiding in a corner, Wu Xuebi, who hurried to heal her wounds, stared in shock at the streak of lightning piercing the sky, an inevitable sense of horror beneath her pupil.
A little farther on the battlefield, either the Light Witch Goddess or the Cloud Witch Goddess looked up, narrowing her eyes slightly, evidently interested:
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