Their battlefield had moved from the main island of the Witch Race to the sky.
Even Feienna didn’t expect that a Legendary Battle would erupt today.
Moreover, it was with Wu Ling’Er in such a crazed state.
Compared to Wu Ling’Er’s full battle attire.
Feienna’s already scant clothing was being destroyed piece by piece by the cataclysmic energy clashing.
For a mont, a large expanse of spring scenery was exposed.
So with good eyesight could even see Feienna’s full waist and flat abdon.
Looking up, there were those exaggerated proportions.
With each violent collision, they kept trembling.
Feienna’s face went pale, gradually unable to hold on; she was no match for Wu Ling’Er.
"Wu Ling’Er, stop, I am the Witch Clan Priest, do you really intend to kill ?"
"Lord Saint Master and the High Priest won’t let you get away with this!"
Wu Ling’Er did not stop and instead sneered, "Trying to scare with the Saint Master and High Priest?"
"Feienna, do you think that’s possible?"
Feienna’s complexion turned pale white; she understood Wu Ling’Er’s aning.
Because this woman was hailed as the only one in millennia whose combat talent matched that of the first Saintess!
The entire tribe placed their hopes on her.
Even if Wu Ling’Er truly killed her, at most, she’d receive only minor punishnt.
Not to ntion, they wouldn’t trouble Wu Ling’Er for a dead legend.
For a mont, despair welled up in Feienna’s heart.
Wu Ling’Er taunted, "Feienna, do you really want to beco the Witch Race Saintess so badly?"
"Since you lost the last election, you’ve been scheming to take my Saintess position."
"I ignored you before, but now, you’ve even targeted my friends!"
"Unforgivable!"
Feienna hastily explained, "It’s not like that, Wu Ling’Er, listen to !"
However, Wu Ling’Er’s killing intent had already been stirred.
She had no interest in hearing Feienna’s excuses.
Wu Ling had always despised this power struggle.
However, the selection process for the Witch Race Saintess involves picking the most popular and talented won from within the tribe for a long selection process.
The competition for Witch Race Saintess has always been fierce.
After all, it’s one of the few known paths to demigod status for the Witch Race.
Once the number of Saintess is determined, other competitors have no more chances.
Unless the current Saintess commits a grave error, leading to her removal and a new selection.
After losing, Feienna consistently tried to find ways for Wu Ling’Er to make a mistake, to catch her in a violation.
Wu Ling’Er usually ignored her.
But today, Feienna not only targeted Wu Ling’Er, she also went after Han Xing and the others.
This completely infuriated Wu Ling’Er.
For the first ti, Feienna felt such terrifying anger from Wu Ling’Er!
She was being beaten back step by step, her Secret Pattern Domain relentlessly suppressed!
Feienna roared in frustration, "Why! We are both legends, but why is there such a gap between us?"
However, Wu Ling’Er coldly replied from the sky, "I’ll tell you after I kill you!"
Upon hearing this, Feienna’s face showed panic, "No, Wu Ling’Er, you can’t kill !"
"I’m a Legendary Powerhouse of the Witch Race; without , there will be one less top-tier Power!"
"The Witch Race is already no match for the Shadow Legion, and then the situation will be even harder to sustain!"
However, Wu Ling’Er sneered, "Feienna, you think I care about a legendary power like you?"
"Today, I will kill you!"
At this mont, Feienna finally realized Wu Ling’Er’s determination.
This woman was definitely going to kill her today.
"Poof!!!"
Feienna was constantly coughing up blood from Wu Ling’Er’s furious attacks.
If this continued, she truly faced the danger of falling.
Feienna’s face was full of grievance and confusion.
I am a legend...Why, in Wu Ling’Er’s eyes, am I not as significant as so outsiders?
Wu Ling’Er ignored her pleas, a cold voice erged.
"Great Witchcraft..."
In the next mont, Feienna felt darkness surge around her like a tide.
She seed to be sucked into so dark abyss, where all light vanished.
Fear showed on Feienna’s face for the first ti.
It was the fear of death.
Feienna said with confidence, "Wu Ling’Er! What are you doing? You dared to use another Witch Clan Forbidden Technique!"
"Don’t you know, using the Forbidden Technique is a massive burden on us, you will die doing this!"
However, Wu Ling’Er scorned, "You think I’m useless like you?"
"Just two Forbidden Techniques..."
Wu Ling’Er’s tone was full of pride and disdain.
Then, she said coldly.
"Witchcraft—Forbidden Abyss!"
"No!"
Feienna cried out in despair.
She tried desperately, using all her ans.
But it was to no avail.
The terrifying darkness completely covered her Secret Pattern Domain, and Feienna herself was on the brink of being devoured by it.
She clearly knew the horror of this Forbidden Technique.
Once devoured by darkness, one ends up in a completely unknown space.
There is no energy, no air, no light.
A purely void world.
Even a legend entering there has no chance of survival!
The fear of death seeped into her bones!
Feienna regretted imnsely in her heart.
However, at this critical mont.
In the distance, another legendary aura erged.
Its strength rivaled the enraged state of Wu Ling’Er, perhaps even slightly exceeding it.
And it was fast approaching the battlefield where Wu Ling’Er and the others clashed.
"Ling’Er, yield..."
The voice arrived before the person did.
However, Wu Ling’Er had already initiated the Forbidden Technique, and even she couldn’t stop it.
From afar, the silhouette seed to sense the current situation and frowned.
Next, a burst of light erupted from his body, and within the light, dense Witch Clan Secret Patterns appeared.
But unlike those of Wu Ling’Er and Feienna.
His energy was red.
Then, this ball of red energy enveloped the two won.
As a dazzling light appeared.
Billions of Witch Race People watching the sky duel simultaneously closed their eyes.
Once the light dissipated.
The dark vortex engulfing Feienna vanished as well.
anwhile, Han Xing and the others saw the figure clearly.
This was a man, a male mber of the Witch Race.
He had shoulder-length long hair, well-defined features, and a very delicate appearance, looking like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.
Yet Feienna, upon seeing him, exclaid with joy, "High Priest!"
Yes, this person was the Witch Race High Priest: Xiao.
Xiao released a powerful aura that separated the two won.
He frowned and said, "Explain yourselves, Wu Ling’Er, Feienna, what are you doing?"
Upon hearing this, Feienna’s eyes shifted continuously.
The next mont, her childlike face wore a pitiful expression, looking extrely plaintive.
Feienna said aggrievedly, "High Priest... Even I don’t know what happened, Wu Ling’Er suddenly attacked ,"
"As if she’d gone mad."
Wu Ling’Er stared at her, sneering, "Bitch! Do you think that just because the High Priest is here, I won’t dare kill you?"
Feienna’s body trembled slightly.
She realized Wu Ling’Er was serious.
During her encounter with Wu Ling’Er just now, she had felt the sensation of near-death.
Wu Ling’Er truly had the ans and the power to kill a legend!
Feienna hurriedly closed her mouth, truly afraid of Wu Ling’Er now.
In fact, there was no need for Feienna to say more.
From above, the Witch Race High Priest could sense and deduce what had happened below.
A mont later, he sighed and said, "Ling’Er, I know Feienna’s character."
"This is her fault, and she has caused damage to the seventeenth main city under your jurisdiction."
"However, infighting is the most strictly forbidden thing for the Witch Race, and I hope you can stop at the right ti."
Wu Ling’Er snorted lightly, seemingly unconvinced.
From the air, Xiao’s tone changed, continuing, "However, since this started because of Feienna, when the Witch Race is facing a crisis, and Feienna disregarded the bigger picture, attacking our Saintess..."
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