"Tsk!"
Wen Wen's expression was cold, asking without turning her head, "Ji Jue, not ready yet?"
"It's not been long?"
Under the relentless siege of the angelic guardians of the Saint, Ji Jue's intermittent voice came from afar, "Wait a moment, I'm already out, cough cough, I've started, almost done, Sister Wen, just hold on a bit longer!"
"You better be!"
Wen Wen's blood pressure was rising uncontrollably, her face twitching, ready to urge again, but the Thunder Sword had already slashed down amidst wild laughter!
Amidst continuous thunderous sounds, the Sacrifice Cathedral was visibly reduced to debris and ruins, and even the entire plaza and surrounding areas were affected by the racing lightning and flames.
Facing the Saint who occupied the skies fully exerting his power, Wen Wen could only dodge awkwardly, urging continuously.
"Not ready yet?!"
"Almost, almost!"
...
"Didn't you say it's almost ready?!"
"Yeah, now it's even faster, really almost done!"
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