The giant cats had a saying: "When one fights many, turn tail and run."
Some thought this was a saying about the giant cats' pitiful morale, but... everyone knew cats' morale was low. Even the Anse Elves all the way over here had heard of it. And this saying had been invented by the big cats themselves. With cats' smug and self-important nature, they surely wouldn't mock cats themselves, would they?
Thus, the saying had another interpretation.
That was, when a cat with fewer tails fought a many-tailed cat, it needed to open up the distance.
Mist Immortal Giant Cat Witch Jiang Han deeply realized this at that moment. Her reactions were quick, her body nimble; she was born with the ability to move at high speed and slip into the shadowy Dark Lake. Yet she was beaten into fleeing with her head in her paws by the Sleepless Giant Cat Witch, those nine tails whirling like General Griffiths's self-created sword style from Star Wars—Seventh Form: Electric Fan—delivering a savage beating, overwhelming the few with the many and breaking finesse with brute force.
"Meow-ow!"
Jiang Han had never imagined that, before fulfilling her long-cherished wish of [trying to hang Eileen from a Sun Cat Lamp], she herself would be hung from a mushroom lamp first. Forced to watch Du Lingxuan and Angelite happily eat lobster, drink carbonated beverages, and gnaw away at the Olay pudding that should have been hers.
Having committed such a cruel act, Du Lingxuan patted her belly without looking the least bit shaken.
"Meow-ow, a puny Mist Immortal dares act wild before a nine-tailed cat!"
Angelite laughed.
"This one's already ranked me up. She can be hung up now."
Cruel witches.
Jiang Han, puffing her cheeks in displeasure, swung her body like a pendulum. In a