"You little fellow can’t block even a few swords for . As an apprentice, you just need to watch by your ntor’s side and learn well. Rember, let the leaders enjoy the blessings first and also face the difficulties first."
Dorothy laughed as she said this.
The Scythe Weasel isn’t known for its size; on the contrary, it is considered a more petite monster.
Therefore, as the Scythe Weasel Witch, Iga Maya does not have the robust body of the Ghost Clan Witch. While she can’t be called a loli, she can certainly be praised as petite and cute.
Anyway, the Hobody Witch held her with one hand, only feeling light as a feather, without any weight.
Hmm, indeed a wind monster; it’s really as light as air.
She even had the ti to marvel at this in her heart.
As for those Twelve Divine Generals whose attacks were about to touch her skin, the Hobody Witch smiled.
"Spatial Control."
A Forbidden Curse, pre-configured during the Ti Stop chat, suddenly erupted. Under the power of this magic, a short distance turned into a vast expanse.
Clearly just a tiny bit away from the attacks landing on her, but unfortunately, at this mont, that last little distance beca an unachievable reality, like a haggled bargain.
Although Dorothy’s figure seed to be right in front of them, to the perception of the attacking Twelve Divine Generals, she appeared as distant as the horizon.
This unexpected transformation left the twelve powerful shikigamis montarily stunned. Even though they quickly adjusted, in such a battle, a mont of distraction could be enough to decide victory or defeat.
"Miscellaneous Cultivation, gaze upon ."
A thunderous shout, like a Dragon Roar, drew the Twelve Divine Generals’ attention. An inexplicable panic surged in their hearts, and they instinctively followed the command of that voice, looking toward the enemy.
They saw that at so point the enemy had transford into a three-headed, six-ard form, with each of the three pairs of eyes on the three heads glowing with an enchanting purple light.
Domination Magic Eye.
Audrey, watching her senior sister’s performance from the side, suddenly felt her power being stolen, her brow furrowed, but soon relaxed.
Because she realized the thief felt familiar, clearly her own senior sister’s aura.
Although she didn’t understand what kind of Pava her sister had created to borrow soone else’s power, since her sister wanted to use it, she might as well lend it to her.
The Little Fox thought this way.
Having obtained her consent, the once timid thief grew bold, taking everything without reservation.
Audrey felt her Magic Power was rapidly depleting. Even more surprisingly, the Magic Power surged with a Precision she had never experienced before, leaving the Little Fox bewildered by the dazzling magical paths.
Oh, so this is how spells can be cast?
This force, like a tsunami yet intricately delicate, poured into her eyes, filling her Magic Eye to the brim.
Hmm, it was a feeling the Little Fox had never experienced since birth.
Places she couldn’t reach before were now filled completely.
Oh no, I’m slowly turning into Sister’s shape.
The Little Fox covered her eyes, exclaiming in her heart.
And the fearso power of dominion from the Golden-level Demon Eye instantly enveloped the whole scene.
"Ladies and gentlen, why not dance for this freedom?"
Dorothy smiled as she spoke.
Thus, the Twelve Divine Generals dropped their weapons and began dancing in perfect synchrony.
Hmm, it was the Pure Land of Bliss.
However, on the side, Sophia lifted her head and looked at the sky, seeing that the invisible River of Destiny now manifested as a pair of won’s hands.
Those hands were beautiful, exquisite like a work of art, enough to drive anyone with a peculiar hand fetish wild, providing a glimpse of ecstasy.
But the Pure White Witch imdiately recognized them as the hands of their own lady.
So you borrowed my power for this?
Sophia was sowhat speechless.
She too had her power borrowed just now by the lady.
Unlike the Destiny Pattern changes she was used to, the lady’s use of the Power of Fate took a different path.
At this mont, myriad strands of silk descended from those Destiny Hands, both resembling a spider’s web and the strings of a Puppet Master’s manipulation....
Destiny as silk, all beings as puppets.
The fates of all things are tied to her fingertips.
To this, the Spider Teacher nodded in satisfaction.
Ah, Destiny Puppet Manipulation, surpassing even Puppetry Technique, their student’s skill in puppetry has already excelled and ford a school of its own.
.....Divine Generals awkwardly dancing.....
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