I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

The deeper you go, the more chaotic the scene becomes. Some of the corpses' movements are uncoordinated, yet filled with an unsettling rhythm.

They seemed to be following some invisible instructions or some ancient ritual, their arms waving and their steps stumbling, yet with a strange grace.

"It's unbelievable! These are actually powerful people at the level of ascending to heaven." Xila could hardly hold the spear in her hand. Under such pressure, she was sweating profusely.

The so-called ascension to heaven is beyond the three realms of freedom and is the starting point of the divine realm. At this stage, the practitioner's spirit and strength reach unprecedented heights, and they can even live as long as the heaven and earth, resonate with the universe, and touch the realm of God.

In the past, some powerful beings in this realm left behind illustrious achievements in ancient epics, such as ancient gods, dragons, and even archangels or demon kings.

These monsters can destroy mountains and evaporate oceans with one strike.

"If the masters of the Phantom Mist Divine Realm are all like this... then what about the other Divine Realms?"

Claire couldn't help but click her tongue.

Besides Phantom Mist, there are five other sacred domains, all of which have left their names in history. However, to contemporary people, they are merely historical references.

Some scholars even believe that they have long since disappeared.

Claire and Sheila stopped and gradually adapted to the aura of these powerful beings, then carefully observed the moving corpses.

The green eyes of the corpses flickered in the mist, like a group of lost souls looking for a way out.

Avoiding the creepy gazes, Claire focused on the laws that governed them.

As expected, their path is still the power of magic. Although they have become zombies, the power they exert has not changed.

The most intuitive thing is that the power veins in the body originate from the sea of consciousness in the brain, rather than the "dantian" of breathing techniques.

"Ascending to heaven is hailed as a state close to that of God. Just how mysterious is it?"

Claire muttered to herself, but her body became bolder and bolder. She even grabbed the corpse's hand and used her "true energy" to explore the mysteries within its body.

This behavior made Sheila even more nervous.

"No problem. They don't react to us."

Well, the laws in her body seem to have almost reached the level of a witch.

If a witch is 100% in tune with the laws, or even the laws themselves, then a powerful celestial being is only 70%.

So what about the body?

"The body is like steel, unshakable... and I cannot fathom its depth."

"Eh......"

"I have a bold idea. How about bringing back a Death Slave? What do you think?"

Claire spoke boldly, but was ruthlessly rejected by Sheila.

"You're crazy. What if you let it out and it starts killing people?"

Just imagine the bloody scene of a guy of ancient god level going out, seeing the people of the magical world, and then smashing the entire country into pieces with one blow. It’s chilling to think about it.

But at this time, Claire had already thought of a solution.

"Look, isn't it only sensitive to other practices?"

Claire mobilized the true energy in her body to flow through it, like small streams converging into rivers, and finally converging into a point of light in her palm.

She closed her eyes, then consulted the structure of the magic rune. Instantly, the light expanded, forming a translucent shield that slowly enveloped the Death Slave. The shield shimmered with a faint light, creating a stark contrast with the surroundings.

Sure enough, it didn't react at all and stood there quietly, as if it had been soothed by some force and no longer posed a threat to outsiders.

"Cut off its connection with the outside world. If we encounter a strong enemy in the future, we will remove the protective shield...Haha, I am a genius."

Claire said excitedly.

Then, Claire borrowed Sheila's spear and swung it gently. The blade cut through the air, making a crisp sound.

"What a weapon!"

She found a large tree with a thick trunk, aimed at the trunk, and swung her spear with all her might. The blade of her spear instantly cut through the tree. The trunk fell with a loud bang.

After removing the branches and leaves, it was carefully carved with the blade of a spear, transforming it into a small coffin. Although the coffin was simple, it was strong enough to accommodate the body of an adult.

"How about traveling around the world with a coffin on your back?"

Xila sighed, "Aren't you afraid that it will get angry and kill you in one chapter?"

"Ahahaha, we'll talk about it later, later."

In short, Claire was determined to get this killer weapon. She wouldn't be afraid of the Holy Son, the Sword Master, or even a giant dragon.

Well, it still feels a bit heavy and weird.

Claire carried the coffin on her back using vines, a look of melancholy on her face.

The petite body formed a sharp contrast with the huge coffin behind it.

"Wouldn't it look better if it were made of steel? Perhaps with some mystical patterns..."

It's a pity, it would be better if there were more.

As for magic, there is space magic, which can engrave space runes on the storage bag to achieve the effect of a space bag.

But she couldn't use magic at this moment, and Claire didn't know how to use her true energy.

The two of them continued on their way.

As we went deeper, the surrounding scenes became more and more tragic.

Or perhaps it is a kind of poignant beauty for this ancient land.

Deep inside, there is a battlefield, with traces of a great battle scattered everywhere.

There were corpses everywhere. Powerful monks fell in battle. Their bodies did not decay after death, but were preserved in a strange way, emitting a chilling aura.

These corpses were dressed in ancient wizard robes and had different expressions. Some had despair on their faces, while others showed reluctance and anger before death.

What is even more shocking is that some of the corpses were suspended in mid-air, as if time had stopped for them, with expressions of fear fixed on their faces forever.

Claire and Sheila carefully crossed the battlefield. However, as they went deeper, a more shocking scene appeared in their sight.

On a steep cliff deeper in the mountains, a man wearing a golden crown was pinned to the ground by a spear. Although much time had passed, his blood was still bright red, slowly dripping down the spear and staining the rocks below the cliff red.

"What happened here?" Sheila asked softly, her voice trembling. The man's right hand, with its broken bones visible from the flesh, shone with a vibrant red that was strikingly beautiful in the blazing sun.

When the blood merged with the corpse gas of the dead below, the originally pure white sky instantly turned into a gorgeous crimson.

As if seeing a guest, the male corpse's black pupils instantly became deep, and looking directly at them seemed like falling into the abyss.

"Oh, why bother?"

The old voice echoed in the valley.

Claire's whole body went numb and she shuddered.