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 moment, a large expanse of spring scenery was exposed.
Some with good eyesight could even see Feienna's full waist and flat abdomen.
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 me?"
"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 me with the Saint Master and High Priest?"
