Above the white clouds.
The elegant woman quietly observed the massacre below, where Doomsday Warriors and Elemental Assassins were slaughtering.
After a moment, she finally moved.
With a gentle wave of a broom with long bristles in her hand, the thick clouds were instantly torn apart by an invisible force!
A vast and overwhelming aura surged out like the sea!
She took a step forward, stepping out of the clouds, her black robe fluttering.
Her toes lightly touched the air, and the void immediately rippled in clear waves.
Strange magical energy gathered beneath her feet, turning into blooming white flowers.
The ripples spread, and the air instantly froze, as if even the floating dust had been frozen, remaining suspended in midair.
The world, it seemed, changed with every movement she made.
Her black robe danced with the wind, making her appear as a flawless, holy nun.
Her clear eyes shone with a penetrating light that seemed to see through souls.
