At this moment, the black-clad woman's clothes were already badly damaged, most of them covered in scorch marks. It seemed that the plane she had just visited had not been a pleasant place—at the very least, it had left her in such a sorry state.
The woman in black swept her gaze viciously across everyone present. Very soon, her eyes settled on the female mage. The instant she saw her, the anger on her face could no longer be restrained. "Well done. You actually managed to put me in a deadly situation under those circumstances."
"Don't put it like that," the female mage said with a smile. "It's only because you're too strong, Sister. I really couldn't think of any other magic that could kill you."
Although her voice was exceptionally sweet, that one sentence alone revealed that she did not value anyone's life in the slightest.
Hearing this, the woman in black no longer held anything back. Black flames erupted wildly around her body, and an incomparably powerful spell was about to take shape. Yet at that very moment, the female mage suddenly spoke up. "Bradman, are you really going to just stand there and watch your mistress kill your wife? What is this called? The other woman taking out the lawful wife?"
Bradman was completely stunned by her words, and so was the woman in black. She slowly turned her head and stared fixedly at Bradman. "Taking out? Lawful wife? Other woman?" As those six words came from the woman in black's mouth, Bradman nearly wanted to flee with his head in his hands. "I-I have no idea what's going on! Hey, who are you?"
Those few words from the female mage had not only completely robbed the woman in black of her will to fight, but nearly