Jiang Han clasped her hands together and asked with a radiant smile:
"By the way, by the way, isn't this near your friend's home?"
Angelite nodded.
"Yes."
"Wouldn't that be a little inappropriate? Blasting things to bits near someone else's house." Jiang Han pointed at the scene along the forest path. Even a witch with 1,000 magic power going all out could inflict tremendous damage upon an area. Although Jiang Han's ghost ship had just been precisely dispelled by Angelite, the ghostly tidal waves it brought had still destroyed more than half the forest path—this was why witches needed Eightfold Island.
Angelite gave a slight shake of her head.
"It's fine, because this Sky Island is actually my property..."
Before she could finish, Jiang Han swung her staff, its excellent construction saving her casting time.
Rumble!
A whirlpool of blazing blue flames suddenly appeared and exploded, completely surrounding Angelite.
The devastating heat instantly baked every tree to ash. The poetic forest path had vanished, yet Angelite merely tugged a finger to one side, and the flames, as if tamed, transformed into six blue flame hounds. They made soft whimpering sounds as they crouched at her feet.
Jiang Han frowned and guided the magic power of the Flame Burst Spell, attempting to seize control of her spell again.
"Your silent casting is quite proficient, but your magic power..." Angelite said with plenty of composure.
The instant she spoke, Jiang Han's magic power erupted. She reclaimed control of the Flame Burst Spell and detonated it on the spot!
Bang!
The explosion cracked like a gunshot! Violent flames melted the ground!
Fused with Angelite's high-quality magic power and Jiang Han's own, the Flame Burst hounds truly became some kind of extraordinarily powerful bomb. The destruction they caused seemed to make the entire Sky