The Dark Witch furrowed her brows.
After a moment, she looked toward a corner of the ancient castle.
"Come out, how long are you planning to watch?"
As these words were spoken, everyone instantly realized something was amiss.
At the same time, a figure suddenly appeared from the corner of the hall.
"Holy crap, another helper?"
Cao Xing instantly directed his gaze over.
He saw a person clad in a red robe, wearing a blood-colored mask on his face.
The corners of his mouth carried a smile full of interest.
Clearly, with just this attire, the person's identity was already self-evident!
The Red Robed Bishop of the Light Church!
His mouth carried a faint smile.
"Lord, what are you doing? How could you get beaten so badly by a group of Fourth Rank youths?"
The Dark Witch snorted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense. This body contains only a trace of my Divine Power, not even a ten-thousandth of my strength."
