Tumultuous sounds continuously echoed from the sky.
Drawing gasps of awe from all directions.
Overwhelming Celestial Fire, Divine Thunder, hail, and verdant wood erupted from Witch Palace Language's body. They quickly coalesced into nine hundred and ninety-nine clones. Each clone was incredibly solid, exuding an extremely powerful aura comparable to a Great Cultivator at the peak of the Eleventh Realm.
The various clones, formed from the Dao of different Attributes, possessed unpredictable techniques.
The Witch Race believes that all things possess a spirit. Through spiritual invocation, they can summon Ancestral Witches and call upon various creatures to aid them in battle. They practice the legendary Spirit Communication Skill, which does not require tyrannical strength but instead emphasizes a kind of spiritual faith.
They are also masters of mobilizing the Power of Heaven and Earth for their own use.
Watching from the side, a look of shock flashed in Saintess Ziwei's eyes.
