There were many factors in battle; witches could whip up scenes of cataclysm at any time.
But in actual combat, with Weather Flow having declined, it had become rare to see such exhilarating spectacles.
Within the vast hollow valley of Eightfold Island, a colossal Giant Cat Lamp stood alongside an enormous ice phoenix and a chubby dragon far larger than Godzilla. The sight of three gargantuan creatures charging in together made one's blood surge uncontrollably.
"I love big monsters! I love giant beasts!"
Du Lingxuan's shriek made the witches' preferences abundantly clear.
Although transformations and the Zoo Set could produce close-combat prowess embodying the essence of martial arts from across the world, no matter how exquisite they were, they could not compare to the sheer force, destructive sensation... and cinematic impact of a giant beast's fist smashing into the earth at Mach 3.50!
Rumble!
The mountain range was gouged open. Before these gigantic monster units, it felt as though they were scooping into a premium sundae with tiny spoons.
"Cat-Bird-Dragons don't have especially high initial combat power. Their main strength is that they're absurdly tanky—even the most powerful witches can't casually deal with units of that caliber!" Eileen shouted passionately, her face flushed red.
This First Witch...
This chief loved grand spectacles the most. Some said a [Destruction Maniac] bloodline ran through her veins. Of course, that was slander; any witch loved grand spectacles. They were the sort of creatures who would roll about in delight upon seeing two hundred meters of snow fall on a servant army's home planet.
Don't blame them for being cold-hearted and ruthless.
They were simply creatures who took joy in calamities. By their double standards, if it happened to them, they would surely turn into broken records repeating "shit," but if it happened