Anse was far from defenseless.
Jiang Han came to understand this deeply. After Eileen appeared, the Anse Elves had actually used a spatial anchor to forcibly lock down the space Eileen occupied, instantly dragging her into the planar world of Anse II Plane in an attempt to ambush and kill her.
Though the price of dozens of Legends had only been the loss of one of Eileen's lives, and Eileen had still calmly departed the encirclement.
That alone was enough to demonstrate Anse's strength.
—The Legends of the Anse Elves had not even made their move yet. Using some wicked curse, they had erased the consciousnesses of roughly twenty or thirty Hamster Ball pseudo-gods, implanted bloodthirsty genes in them, and hurled them into the encirclement in one go. Pseudo-gods as lifeforms truly possessed many outstanding traits; it was easy for them to undergo a qualitative change once the quantity reached a certain point.
The witches did not panic. Instead, the top-tier witches were all secretly recording Eileen's data.
To them, Anse was not as important as Eileen.
One was merely challenging prey, rarely encountered over the course of their endless lives; Eileen, meanwhile, was the ruler of their endless lives—well, half a ruler.
Jiang Han was also making her assessment.
But as a witch with a perception-based talent, she could sense Eileen's terror even more keenly than those top-tier witches.
"After being killed once, even more terrifying power appeared within her."
Jiang Han put away her observation notes.
This had been a record born of curiosity.
Exploring the unknown had always been a witch's instinct. Ever since she had once heard the claim that "Angelite's body is merely a 'shell' she uses to temper her strength and magic power," she had been intensely curious about the true forms of