In the cottage, the body of the wicked woman who had just died not long ago and was still warm suddenly shriveled at a visible rate, eventually turning directly into a pile of black ash, and the culprit behind this was a half-human, half-sheep girl called Fanny.
After absorbing the residual life force within the corpse, Koreya's complexion beca rosy, and her vitality, qi, and spirit all significantly improved. At this mont, the black sheep girl felt she was in excellent condition, as if she could go on staying up for ten days and a half a month without feeling tired.
She even felt that her energy was a bit too vigorous, almost to the point of spilling out.
No, this was not an illusion but reality; she indeed felt a bit overwheld and needed to vent the excess energy.
Koreya looked down at her severely injured father, quickly crouched down, then reversed the feeling when she had just absorbed the corpse's life force. Instantly, the energy that was about to overflow in her body found a channel and swiftly rushed towards it.
Thus, the previously vibrant girl's complexion began to show fatigue, but on the other hand, the man on the ground, who was almost beyond rescue, now breathed much more evenly, and his previously pale face regained so color.
Although he was not fully healed, he was out of life-threatening danger.
"Well, for your first ti using a spell, you did well, but the energy loss in the process of the Blood Demon Conversion was still too high; otherwise, you could have completely healed your father,"
a female voice suddenly ca from the window side as she said so.
This made the black sheep girl, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, quite alard. Instinctively, she swung her sickle, but it only cut down a few white feathers.
"Gosh, you scared to death; you are indeed decisive in killing. Truly a sage in the making,"
the White Dove Dorothy stretched out her wings and wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from her bird head, saying with lingering fear.
She never imagined that her first life-threatening mont on Witch's Night would co from one of her own. It was only because of her quick reaction that she was nearly missed being taken away by a sickle strike.
At this mont, Koreya also looked in shock at the talking white dove, although the girl who had just survived a disaster was still on her guard.
However, another white flash passed by, and when the black sheep girl regained her senses, her sickle was gone.
Looking in the previous direction of the white dove, she saw a majestic White Eagle standing beside the White Dove, clutching Koreya's sickle in its talons, its sharp eagle eyes staring nacingly at the black sheep girl, even carrying a hint of suppressed murderous intent.
Clearly, the White Eagle was angry at Koreya for nearly harming the White Dove.
anwhile, for Koreya, the pitch-black goat that had turned into her shadow jumped onto her shoulder and urged her anxiously.
"We need to leave quickly; these two birds are not easy to deal with."
Although Baphot had lost his power due to the suppression of his daughter's bloodline, as an Abyssal Demon Lord, his insight remained.
He imdiately recognized that these two birds were a sophisticated form of transforming art. Although the magic level didn't seem very high, the flawless transformation effect suggested that this spell was not sothing just anyone could conjure.
Clearly, there was foreign intervention involved, though it was unclear whether it ca from heaven, the Dragon Realm, or one of the other stronger Silver Races.
But regardless of who the other party was, it wasn't sothing his daughter, who had just awakened, could handle with her limited abilities. He had only this one descendant in this realm, so naturally, he wanted to cherish her, otherwise, without the beacon or descent container, he would have no connection to this world.
However, Koreya completely ignored the warning from the pitch-black goat who claid to be her father. Instead, she looked with so surprise at the White Dove, who was grooming its slightly disheveled feathers.
"Is that voice Sister Nun?"
The black sheep girl squinted her eyes open, and asked quite happily.
Dorothy remained calm, even though the young girl's eyes, which seed to have reached the standard of the Magic Eye that naturally carried the effect of making the beholder feel fear, were staring at her. But she, with the sa goat's pupils, was far too accustod to senior Fanny's gaze to feel pressured.
"Yes, it's . I left in a hurry last ti and forgot to ask for your na,"
Dorothy nodded and then asked.
The Hobody Witch was slightly nervous by now; the more she looked at this black sheep girl, the more she resembled the future demon sage.
"Sister Nun, my na is Koreya,"
the black sheep girl shyly said, looking down.
Dorothy: "....."
The dove, feeling desolate, looked up at the dilapidated rooftop.
Turns out, it really is that big boss.
But the Hobody Witch quickly adjusted her ntality. After all, if the Divine King had beco her good sister, then what did it matter if the future sage called her sister? It wasn't really taking advantage of the big boss.
Right, even if justice isn't on her side, she still felt emboldened.
In her heart, Dorothy reassured herself this way.
She now worried a bit that the events of this Witch's Night might be witnessed by outsiders.
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