"It's starting."
Outside the Shuilian Cave, three towering statues of goddesses stood, beneath whose domains almost a hundred knights stood solemnly.
They were all staring in the direction of the Eli Power Waterfall,
as the overwhelming, sky-obscuring purple mist fell across the entire cliff face like a ferocious beast, baring its teeth and claws. The mist seeped into the waterfall and penetrated the cave.
The Crying Witches, too, followed the sea of mist, flickering rapidly towards the Shuilian Cave, their smiles growing increasingly sinister as they approached.
Around the Shuilian Cave, a total of 120 Crying Witches had gradually gathered, far exceeding Jiang Qiue's expectations.
They ignored the knights within the domain of the statues and quietly faced the Shuilian Cave, waiting for the mist to engulf that last safe haven.
The people of Black Moon Church waited calmly as well.
