By the time she had blocked every witchcraft attack hurled at her, the target had long since vanished without a trace.
It was not just that the man had fled to who knew where. More importantly, the successive bombardment of witchcraft had not only filled the sky with dust and sand, but also thrown the laws of heaven and earth into utter chaos. Shattered witch patterns littered the sky and ground.
Standing motionless in the void, Imperial Daughter Ba's chest rose and fell violently for once, revealing the turmoil in her heart.
By then, the sect cultivators had arrived as well.
They had, in fact, witnessed the battle between the two.
Truthfully, if they had had just two more seconds, they could have arrived in time and directly formed an encirclement.
Unfortunately, because of those two seconds, it was already too late by the time they got there.
For hundreds of li in every direction, countless scattered witch patterns filled the air, creating vast swathes of chaos. The target's aura had not disappeared, but it was scattered everywhere. Even if they wanted to pursue him, they had no idea where to begin or which direction to take.
"What do we do next?"
One of the sect cultivators spoke. He did not blame Imperial Daughter Ba. Her strength was undoubtedly the greatest among them, and her mastery of witch patterns was astonishing.
If even she could not stop him, then anyone else would have fared no differently.
Moreover, they had seen the battle. In less than two seconds, the other party had thrown out several hundred witch-pattern scrolls.
That number was no joke. It was terrifyingly high.
One had to know that in the enormous Witch City, with the Witch King Contest underway, there were only a few thousand in total.