Chapter 185: Lynn's Ultimate Trump Card

Pantheon.

Countless divine statues stood guard around the grand palace, solemn and profound. Only a few remaining Order Chains dangled from the void, sealing the terrifying existence that made the entire world tremble in fear.

The cold woman in a black dress and white hair wasn't sitting on the staircase's edge reading a book as usual.

On the contrary, at this moment, she seemed to have lost the usual calm she exhibited. With furrowed brows, she paced back and forth on her tender, pale bare feet.

The skin of her feet occasionally touched the ground, emitting a "tap tap" sound, exceptionally clear in the silent grand hall.

She had ultimately acted impulsively.

After a long while, the Witch sighed softly.

Even after one hundred thousand years of sedimented time, sometimes she still couldn't suppress the impulses deep within her heart.

But that was inevitable.