"Hahaha, it is their honor to be sacrificed for my grand plan!" Ah Yu cackled arrogantly, turning to fix a malicious gaze on Zhou Fan and the others. A bloodthirsty, greedy glint flashed deep within her eyes.
In her eyes, it was as if Zhou Fan and his group weren't living people at all, but merely one source of nourishment after another to fuel her advancement.
"That's not right. Who exactly are you? The Witch Race may have many branches, but regardless of the branch, the next Saintess is only chosen after the previous one has died. If you're not dead, how could Ah Lian have become the Saintess? And as the Clan Leader of your line, Qingmu would never just stand by and let it happen!"
Standing behind Zhou Fan, Zhou Huang stared at Ah Yu and shouted.
