However, Zhao Cheng's sword did not kill the witch. Instead, it cleaved a gray shadow from within her body.
As the gray shadow was annihilated, a certain wondrous power immediately gathered in Zhao Cheng's palm, forming a mark.
This mark was none other than the manifestation of the witch's authority before them.
At the same time, the Panel's Log refreshed, informing Zhao Cheng that he had completed one-seventh of his main quest.
Sure enough, it was feasible to complete the conquest this way.
Without question, compared to conquering them through emotions, this method of communicating with a sword suited Zhao Cheng far better.
Meanwhile, once one-seventh of the puzzle had been completed, the Immune System that had just communicated with Zhao Cheng rapidly grew stronger.
She had originally been so weak that she could not even condense a physical form, yet now she transformed into a human shape—one bearing the exact appearance of the King of Light.
Clearly, in the first-act worlds, when witches reached a certain limit, they would ultimately take the form of the King of Light. It was not a coincidence, but a directed evolution.
Perhaps their starting points differed, and their paths were wildly varied, but they all led to the same destination.
However, one-seventh of the power still seemed insufficient. Though the Immune System now possessed a human form, she was only the size of an adult's palm. At a glance, she looked more like an exquisite figurine.
For the Immune System, regaining a physical form was naturally a good thing, but as she looked at Zhao Cheng, she could not help feeling flustered.
Her senses told her that the person before her truly was the one she had been searching for—there could be no doubt about it.
But this combat power, this sword... no