Chapter 219: Playing with a Wheelchair for Three Hundred Years, Did You Actually Start Hallucinating?
As if provoked by the contemptuous sneer in that smile, the pitch-black witch swung out that sword light capable of erasing the world.
Everything in existence was nothing but illusion before this sword light.
Yet the moment the sword qi was unleashed, the witch's hollow pupils suddenly widened.
That radiant figure with wings sprouting from its back vanished from the spot just as dreamlike and ethereal.
All the spectators immediately saw what had happened on their screens.
The crimson girl had somehow already appeared directly behind the pitch-black witch.
She was upside down, suspended in the void in a pose that defied gravity, yet her right hand holding the sword showed no intention of striking. Instead, her left hand made a strange gesture toward the witch.
Her pinky and ring fingers curled slightly, while her middle and index fingers pressed together.
The witch reacted just as quickly, whirling around to face the figure, only to hear the sound of a chant coming right after.