Chapter 1110: Echo of Space-Time, Vibrating Sleeping Power

With the gradual clearing of consciousness, Xia De felt a head gently lean on his shoulder. The broken hair brushed across his cheeks, and in the whisper in his ears, he felt the warm wind brush across his ears.

Xia De was trembling all over, even though he couldn't say the reason for the trembling at all.

【Use your vibration to spread to space-time and touch those anchors, and then echoes will be produced.】

"Anchors... reverberations?"

He felt his arms stick to his own body. Strange hands, fingers crossed, held his hands. Silver light was merging into Xia De's whole body. At this moment, he was her, and she was him.

"Echo of space-time..." / 【Echo of space-time...】

*Dang~*

The loudest bell sound so far rang in that infinite time, not knowing how many mortals' good dreams were disturbed tonight. The phantom of the giant tree solidified above the Stonehenge. For a moment, everyone felt that time seemed to have been stolen for a second, and the continuity of space-time seemed to have been broken the moment the bell sound appeared.

"I knew it, something would definitely happen!"

Miss Miss Jia Lin Na, Miss Afuluola, and Miss Xierweiya also flew into the sky to participate in the battle. The witches all sensed a familiar power, but they didn't know what this represented.

"... vibrate..." / 【... vibrate...】

The violent wind rose from the center of the Stonehenge, forcing even Yin Yi Yi Lu Na in the sky to retreat continuously. As a Chosen One, she perceived the strangeness more deeply at the position closest to Xia De. Something very stable had been broken, and the river of time seemed to be presented in her special left eye at this moment:

"Is this time?"

"... sleeping..." / 【... sleeping...】

The solidified gray spread with the Stonehenge as the center. In the next unknown number of seconds, or perhaps hours, everything on the island, whether it was the snowflakes falling, the black ash sprayed from the red light on the ground, or the Pantanal Xiewu and the witches and mages, everything solidified in that gray time.

And when the flow of time returned to normal, everything that was fighting stopped their movements and cast their eyes toward the Stonehenge.

The thick fog on the island was swept away, and the snowflakes were falling from the brilliant starry sky. In the fluttering snowflakes, only the Stonehenge was wrapped in heavy smoke and dust. The thirteen stone pillar ruins like giant trees and the thirteen bonfires were becoming clearer and clearer.

"Power." / 【Power.】

It sounded like a man's voice, and also like a woman's voice. It seemed to appear in the ears, and also seemed to come from the distant high sky. Under the inverted galaxy, accompanied by the *Ang~* cry, the tentacles that were fighting with humans all shrank back under the ground and under the water reflecting the starry sea.

But this was not the retreat of the Pantanal Xiewu. On the contrary, accompanied by the strange sounds produced by the collision of continuous whisper elements with the real world. The entire Great Swamp seemed to have come alive. Under the shouting of the commander of this action, the Thirteenth-Tier mage of the Church of Nature, "Nightmare Witch", everyone gathered toward the east of the island.

Endless tentacle groups shot out from the underground in the west of the Great Swamp. The subspace Xiewu sealed by the Great Swamp spontaneously aggregated themselves into the body of the Pantanal Xiewu.

Under the black clouds, in the most intense earthquake so far, in the black snowflakes, hundreds and thousands of tentacles shot out from the ground, dyeing half the sky black, and the colorful black mirror surface shattered completely. At the same time that the first green tentacle pierced through space, the Pantanal Xiewu finally returned to the material world after tens of thousands of years.

In the most intense low humming sound, tens of thousands of tentacles gathered toward the sky from the ground, and together with the dense tentacles extending from the pitch-black space, they condensed into a gray-green orb dripping with juice under the black clouds. And as the orb dispersed, the Pantanal Xiewu finally returned to the material world.

Spreading disease to the world, poisonous mist diffusing to the surroundings, gray and black clouds carrying stench wrapped around the body, and no adjective could describe the true body of the Xiewu exposed to the material world at this moment. The image it displayed was exactly the huge plant statue that Xia De had seen countless times.

Rotten branches, vines, animal corpses, human heads, and endless black mud constructed the indescribable giant humanoid body. The dancing tentacles and vines were deeply rooted in the mud, trying to draw power directly from the depths of this land.

Loud calls and prayers came from the ground, and the surviving priests of the Pantanal Voodoo Society were loudly praising the great existence they worshipped.

"Take this chance!"

A loud man's voice sounded on the southeast side of the island, and then, a small relic of at least angel level was thrown into the sky in ice-blue light.

The five Thirteenth-Tier mages from the Church of Peace, Church of Nature, Church of Dawn, Church of the Sun, and Church of Creation launched the five-pointed star golden ritual base array above the island in the center of the lake.

The power of the Red Moon and the power of other mages together temporarily delayed the giant tentacles of the Xiewu, and the model of the small ice palace in the center of the ritual had already risen to a higher place, turning into a real ice palace in the blizzard:

"【Unknown Level Relic - Ancient Temple of the Winter God】!"

The ice palace smashed toward the core of the Pantanal Xiewu wrapped in tentacles in the posture of a falling meteorite. It shattered the attacks of tentacles and branches, but was finally flicked aside by the thickest vine.

The ice palace fell to the ground, and the extreme cold air wrapped the Pantanal Lake and surrounding areas. The wind and snow became even larger at this moment, and the unknown level relic, under the blessing of the five-god church's divine ritual, summoned coldness sufficient to freeze any living creature.

Even the vines and tentacles wriggling on the ground, the corpses with gray mushrooms growing on their bodies, and the rotten half-alive animals were frozen in place under this extreme cold air. And the subspace Xiewu also slowed down its speed toward the island in the center of the lake, but it was still moving toward this direction.

"Sure enough, He still revived."

Miss Dannisite in the sky frowned, and then looked at the three witches who were gathered together and glowing in the black mist not far away:

"Three ladies, can you help?"

"Of course, we all know the relationship between you and the Speaker."

Miss Afuluola nodded, and then saw Miss Dannisite take down the long staff from her back. From the beginning of the battle to now, she had not used this weapon.

"Is this the unknown level relic 【Old Sage's Staff】 (Chapter 725, Chapter 789)?"

"Or rather, it is 【Oulannuode's Library Staff】. When I investigated the past for a student some time ago, I learned that it had this name."

Miss Dannisite said softly:

"Even if I am Thirteenth Tier, I cannot use it alone."

"The Speaker mentioned this relic."

Thus, the librarian of St. Byron and the third seat of the Witch Council held the staff together, holding the lower end of the long staff with their left and right hands respectively, and then raised it high:

"In the name of the library!"

Golden silk threads wrapped around the Xiewu wriggling forward in the sky, and the light at the top of the long staff illuminated its indescribable body. The silk threads imprisoned and wrapped the Xiewu's main body, but Miss Dannisite and Miss Afuluola could not support it, and could only use this long staff to partially seal the Xiewu's power.

"Pity, this is not the library of St. Byron, otherwise..."

Miss Dannisite muttered unwillingly, and flew toward the rear with the witches.

Relics, miracles, sublimation language, rituals, continuous attacks, trying to stop the Xiewu that was moving toward the burning lighthouse. The Church had learned the special significance of that lighthouse from Sister Daifulin.

In the black blizzard, the firelight rushing into the sky on the island and the light of divine arts could even illuminate the night sky dyed black by the appearance of the Xiewu. But the continuous attacks only slowed down the speed of the Xiewu carrying the black clouds toward the lighthouse. The newly revived Xiewu did not care about the humans who attacked Him.

Facing the light of divine arts, thousands of wriggling tentacles dripping with sticky liquid and carrying gray lumps swept past the humans who had deployed defensive shields, and shot toward the Stonehenge located in the northeast of the island in the center of the lake, which was almost surrounded by ground cracks, like flying arrows from the high sky.

Clouds and mist wrapped around the Stonehenge, and even Yin Yi Yi Lu Na could not see the situation inside. She could not react at all, watching the countless gray-green tentacles shoot toward the Stonehenge.

*Thump! *

The tentacles that touched the clouds and mist on the surface of the Stonehenge seemed to hit a huge bronze bell. In the bell sound that stopped time again, the vines that touched the clouds and mist disappeared silently, as if they had never existed in this space-time.

The counterattack of space-time power gave mortals the opportunity to gather all their power to stop it again. And Sister Daifulin at the top of the lighthouse was soaked with sweat, and the burns on her hands had spread to her fair arms.

The Phoenix was looking at this scene anxiously, but it had just been reborn and did not have the power to stop the Pantanal Xiewu, even though the latter was in its weakest state at this moment.

*Ang! *

The Xiewu main body gathered tentacles again, and tens of thousands of gray-green rays swept toward the Stonehenge.

At this moment, the three hundred and sixty-fifth bell sound finally came to an end. Accompanied by a crisp female shout, golden light finally erupted in the center of the Stonehenge:

"Get out!"

The clouds and mist shrouding the Stonehenge contracted inward. Small black leather shoes stepped out from the thick fog first, followed by an ice-blue long dress. The witch holding a long staff, the blue pointed hat on her head swaying in the wind, and under the hat was silver long hair and crimson golden eyes. Snowflakes danced around her, and there was endless melancholy on her beautiful face.

【Witch Reverberation · Ice Witch Chloe】 —

"I have never forgotten your blood and the temperature of your embrace."

Chloe Marquez raised her right hand, and visible frost spread in the air. The extreme cold seemed to freeze space-time. The Xiewu, which was close at hand and about to cover the east side of the lake island, forcing humans to the top of the Stonehenge, retreated for the first time.

The white fog continued to contract inward, and brown leather square-root short boots stepped out from the white fog. The witch wearing round-framed glasses had golden long hair braided into dozens of long braids dancing in the wind. She smiled, and on her slightly green face was longing and memory.

【Witch Reverberation · Ageless Witch Theresa】 —

"I know, graduating smoothly is not my ultimate pursuit in the endless time."

Schultz Theresa stood on the right side of Miss Chloe, swinging her right fist. A huge black hole suddenly appeared in the starry blue sky above the Stonehenge. It was as if a transparent fist of a Titan giant struck out from that black hole, colliding with the silent plant statue in the sky, pushing it back two miles, completely knocking it out of the range of the island in the center of the lake.

The white fog continued to contract inward. Black long-tube boots covered with broken gems stepped out from the white fog, and the purple robe swayed in the wind, with wavy long hair hanging behind her waist. She wore three alchemy rings with gems on her left and right hands, and a pointed hat inlaid with white, black, and pink broken diamonds on her head. Her beautiful face was between her hair tips, and her brown eyes with starry broken light looked at the Xiewu in the west.

【Witch Reverberation · Witch Emperor Violet】 —

"What I want, I have always been able to get, even if it is you, it is no exception."

Witch Emperor Violet Marshall stood side by side with Miss Theresa, but with a subtle distance. She raised her right hand high, the wind and snow stopped, and turned into thousands of sharp swords stabbing toward the giant plant statue suspended on the other side of the lake. The tentacles that seemed to be dancing endlessly fought with the swords of wind and snow, and the tentacles were forced to shrink back into the Xiewu's main body bit by bit.

The white fog continued to contract inward, and one could almost see the edge of the bonfire in the center of the Stonehenge.

Black lace-up lady's long-tube cloth boots stepped out. The yellow-haired witch wore a brown robe, and the robe was embroidered with dense ancient elf runes. Her ears were a bit pointed, and she wore yellow and silver earrings on her left and right ears respectively, and a pointed hat decorated with leaf patterns on her head. Her face was as holy and beautiful as the Moon Goddess.

【Witch Reverberation · Yellow Moon Witch Oulannuode】 —

"Do you know? Although there are waxing and waning, the bright yellow moon and the holy silver moon are always leaning on each other."

She stood side by side with the Witch Emperor, raising her right hand high, and the three round moons in the brilliant starry sea seemed to be forcibly pulled to the ground by invisible hands. Red Moon, Yellow Moon, Silver Moon, the moon that had protected the night since the initial era, forced the strange plant giant statue under the black clouds and the tentacle group wriggling on the ground to shrink continuously.

Finally, the white fog dissipated completely, revealing the bonfire in the center, and also revealing the witch who was hugging Xia De, who was watching all this, in the snowy night. The witch's figure was as beautiful as a purple rose.

Above the red high heels was the black skirt, and the left hand wearing the ring pressed the pointed hat on her head in the wind and snow. The golden long hair swayed behind her, and the tall body wore a gorgeous purple long dress, just like she was about to attend a grand dance.

She stood with Xia De in the snowy night, and there was a gentle smile in her bright golden eyes.

【Witch Reverberation · Founder of St. Byron, Feilian'anna】 —

"Long time no see, my dearest student."

She stood with Xia De among the other four witches. The ring on her right hand wearing the principal's mark overlapped with Xia De's, and silver light and shadow swayed behind Xia De, like a cloak, like long hair, like "her".

Deep winter, 26th day of the Sleeping Moon, 1853, General Calendar of the Sixth Era, night of dim stars, island in the center of the lake in the Pantanal Great Swamp, five semi-divine witches who did not belong to this time and Xia De stood under the brilliant starry sky in the echo of space-time. ===== CHAPTER 1111 =====