"I only promised to help you deal with Helas, but didn't say I'd strike against these ants."
However, the mysterious woman didn't care.
"Really?"
"Shadow, you're not getting soft-hearted, are you?"
The mysterious woman chuckled lightly, "Do you think your hands aren't already stained with enough blood?"
"Shadow, don't forget your current identity~"
The Shadow Monarch looked at her deeply.
Then slowly extended a hand, thin as a corpse's.
Gently clenched.
With the sound of an invisible crack.
The entire first main city of the Witch Race.
Hundreds of billions of civilians, plus hundreds of millions of elite Witch Race soldiers, all exploded into blossoms of blood.
"Puff-puff-puff!"
The endless sound of bodies bursting appeared.
Playing a requiem of death's dirge.
The entire Witch Race Sky Island was instantly covered by a blanket of blood aura.
That was the blood mist formed by the bodies of billions of Witch Race people bursting open.
