CHAPTER 391: CHAPTER 326: FEELING THE SORROW OF THE WITCH

The domain, unfurled in an instant.

The sheer size caught the mages present completely off guard.

Although these people were all black mages, they were all extraordinarily powerful.

They themselves were above the Holy Rank, not excluding those hundred-year-old monsters, only a decaying shell away from liches, these immortal creatures.

In terms of research into the Holy Domain, they dared not claim perfection, but they were confident that they were far more advanced than Emily, this young girl.

In fact, this was indeed the case.

But in terms of soul and spiritual power, they were leagues apart from Emily.

Under the influence of the Witch’s curse, Emily’s soul was something even Lilith admired.

As for spiritual power, this little girl had ventured into the Abyss of Nightmare more than once, just to train her spiritual power.

Even among all the witches, Emily’s spiritual power was second to none.

Such overwhelming spiritual power made her Holy Domain [Mad Elemental City] vast enough to make one despair!

All the mages drawn into her domain were horrified to find their magic power starting to run wild.

Everything began to turn chaotic and full of madness.

The elemental arrays were the foundation of magic construction, but now, let alone building arrays, they were exhausting their strength just trying to suppress the rampage of the elements within.

Yet these unruly magic elements, in front of Emily, were like tame little cats.

The most terrifying part was, Emily was an all-element mage; that represented all elements coming under her sway.

This was the grand gift the Tower of Truth had once prepared for the Elf Empire.

After all these years, the boomerang finally struck back on their own faces.

Whether it hurt or not, one could tell from the twisted expressions of these people.

"Impossible, your domain can’t be this large!"

"Even if you’re a witch, you shouldn’t possess such power! The size of the domain is linked to spiritual power!

Could it be this girl’s spiritual power surpasses all of ours combined?"

"Damn it! What do we do now?"

Emily hovered in the air, quietly observing the panicked enemies.

They hadn’t the slightest clue about what she had sacrificed for this moment.

And why she strove so hard, apart from wanting to be the captain of her own ship, was for one thing.

That was revenge!

Not just for herself, but for all the victims of the Witch Project, revenge against the Tower of Truth.

Lette viewed the Tower of Truth like spotting disgusting cockroaches or mice leaving filth and chaos in his home, yearning to eradicate them!

As for Emily, her hatred for the Tower of Truth was truly irreconcilable.

And today! This hatred finally had a place to be unleashed! How could she let it slip?

"How does it feel, proud mages, to lose the power that made you mighty and return to being mere mortals?

Savor it well, for this is the feeling of those you played with like puppets!

And the pain of the witches..."

Emily’s wings fluttered, and a dense elemental force wrapped around the crowbar in her hand, transforming it into a wolf fang club.

With a buzz, Emily once again began to move at high speed.

"Unfurl the Holy Domain! Gather together!"

One of the legendary mages bellowed, expanding his Holy Domain.

But tragically, his spiritual power could not compete with Emily’s. His proud domain compressed to merely a meter wide.

The Holy Rank strongmen were no better, barely able to wrap themselves in their Holy Domain, like wearing a bloated coat.

Heeding the legendary strongman’s advice, they huddled together, hoping that sticking together would help resist powerful Emily.

One legendary strongman, who had somewhat decent spiritual power, gathered a superposition forbidden curse in his domain and cast it at the fast-approaching Emily.

Unfortunately, just as this forbidden curse magic flew out of his domain, it rapidly collapsed into chaotic magic elements.

The legendary mage suffered a backlash, spewing old blood in a puff.

And it was in this momentary gap that Emily suddenly appeared behind him, striking fiercely with her wolf fang club.

Accompanying her killer move, the spiritual power around the target instantly expanded, compressing his domain back into his body.

The legendary mage, whose body remained outside, just opened his mouth to shout for help, was smashed into dust by a plain but mighty blow.

Simple, brutal, efficient.

Emily wouldn’t waste a single elemental particle on killing them.

For they weren’t worthy.

And his powerful magic and soul swiftly tried to escape, hoping to transform into a lich and cling to life after danger passed.

But in Emily’s domain, all that was futile.

"You have no idea how much I’ve prepared to deal with you." Emily vanished, reappearing before this legendary mage’s soul, an instant magic array emitting from her hand, trapping him completely.

The trembling mages in the distance realized that the array sealing the legendary mage’s soul wasn’t an ordinary magic array, but an evil magic array!

To be precise, it fell under the category of black magic arrays.