Chapitre 343: Chapter 312 Precise Strike

Facing threats from two Ancient Mystics simultaneously, Farosa's expression was indifferent as she held the Godslayer Weapon in her hand.

On one side, the ancient giant deer conjured by the Forest Master stood with dignity, walking on air, lowering its head to gaze at Farosa with eyes full of hate, wrapped in bright gold and green colors on its tough fur.

Farosa had agreed to save the Forest Master, but to this day, she had yet to fulfill that promise. As the initiator of the oath, the Forest Master, was angered.

On the other side, the deceitful Mack had taken the form of a woman, with a short, upturned tail and hands like claws, muttering spells without pause, continuously casting protective miracles upon herself, layering her body with one tier of iridescent light after another, like crowns and veils, to the point where her true form could hardly be seen.