"Crash—"
At that moment, the insect sorcerer Augustine slowly descended to the ground, walking step by step towards the temporarily incapacitated Daphne.
"Hehe, I've heard that a witch's body is quite special. Not only does it grant immortality and eternal youth, but no matter how severe the injury—even if the head is severed or the heart is removed—while for ordinary people death would be inevitable, at midnight, it will automatically recover as good as new. I must say, your bodies are excellent breeding grounds for insect sorcery."
Augustine muttered to himself, expressing his amazement. With a casual movement, the lecherous insects that had burrowed into Daphne's body all crawled out, allowing her tense body to finally relax and take a breath.
"Damn... I was careless this time... I didn't expect that within less than a thousand years, a new force would rise."