Chapter 148: 130. The world is really small

When the sheep-horned demon, formed of dark flames, finally dissipated, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Truly worthy of being the Witch Queen, even though it was just an inconsequential strand of her consciousness that had descended here, the terrifying authority made one's knees go weak, with an urge to bow down in worship.

The impression she gave was already on a completely different level from a normal witch. When just now the Devil King's will descended and observed her, Dorothy's overly high inspiration directly caused her to envision the sky tearing asunder, opening a massive eye that looked down upon everything.

Merely a glance had the homebody witch trembling in body and soul, unrelated to her will, simply the insignificance and powerlessness of a weakling when faced with the heavens' might.

Thank goodness, Hat Senior Sister's brim suddenly lowered afterward, shielding her. Otherwise, Dorothy felt she might have embarrassingly collapsed to the ground.