chapter 89 hope

Twelve old witches, sitting in front of a boiling blood pool, were all awakened by the powerful aura.

"Twelve, you go."

One of the powerful witches confessed.

"Send it out?" asked the witch named Twelve.

Before the powerful witch responded, the blood pool began to surge.

The eleven witches sitting around the pool formed complicated postures with their withered hands at the same time, and the majestic witch power suppressed them.

Even so, giant...