The moment the domineering cavalry spear appeared, the entire area was instantly transformed into a frozen domain.
"Huh? A demi-human Divine Chosen." The witch's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "No wonder she was able to knock away a magic projectile with her bare hands."
In the Sacred Griffin Empire, the chances of encountering a demi-human Divine Chosen were practically zero. Yet somehow, she had run into one today.
"We're just mercenaries. Now, can we have a calm conversation? What's that goddess mark on your forehead?"
Phield pointed at the mark on the witch's forehead.
In his opinion, she was very likely a remnant of the Shadow World Sect. Ever since becoming enemies with the Shadow World Sect, Phield had no intention of letting those lunatics come anywhere near his territory.
"I advise you to mind your own business."
The witch did not seem overly frightened. She quickly regained her composure, and there was even a mocking smile on her lips.
