Chapter 1148

"This is a waste of time, it would be better for us to use the real deal."

Elsa was an impatient person. She clearly understood that the two of them weren't much different in terms of basic fighting power. If they really fought like this, they might not be able to decide a victor in a few days.

"Then let's end the warm-up and start the fight!" Angelina nodded in agreement. She also didn't want to waste too much time on Elsa.

As for the spectators in the distance, they were somewhat speechless when they heard their conversation.

"This is only a warm-up …"

"The strength displayed during the warm-up is enough to kill all of us here …"

"As expected of a legendary Saint King level master!"

…

The spectators finally understood the true power of a Sage King. They had all kinds of conjectures before, but now that they saw a real fight between Sage Kings, they understood what it meant to be shocked.

In the void, Elsa's eyes quickly turned golden, her dark purple hair fluttering in the air, quickly turning a purple-gold color.

A terrifying aura slowly spread from Elsa's body, giving people the feeling that a fierce beast from the prehistoric era had awakened from its slumber. That aura was powerful and tyrannical, and it even faintly carried the power to suppress the world.

"The degree of bloodline atavism is really high!" Angelina couldn't help but exclaim, "Then let me see what level you've cultivated to!"

As Angelina's voice fell, her body began to age rapidly.

That feeling was a bit strange. They could only watch helplessly as a beautiful woman in her twenties turned into an old woman in her eighties or nineties in less than a moment.

Angelina, who was originally a bit thin, couldn't be described as thin anymore. She was simply skin and bones, and she was even a bit stooped.

But what was strange was that Angelina didn't weaken because of her old age. On the contrary, her aura kept getting stronger.

Elsa was stunned by Angelina's strange state, but she couldn't help exclaiming, "You have the Dark Witch Bloodline?!"

"That's right, little girl, you are quite knowledgeable." Even Angelina's voice sounded incomparably old.

The Dark Witch was an abnormally powerful bloodline from the Primordial Era. On the Primordial Bloodline Ranking, this bloodline could be ranked in the top 20. It was an abnormally terrifying bloodline.

The terrifying thing about this bloodline was that not only did it possess unparalleled talent in witchcraft cultivation, but it could also inherit two inheritances of the 12 ancient witchcraft ancestors at the same time.

What was the level of the Witch Ancestor? Even in the Primordial Era, he would be at the level of a Monarch.

That meant, Angelina had the inheritance of two Sovereign Kings. This was much stronger than ordinary Saint King level monsters, because even Saint King level monsters had only inherited one kind of Sovereign King inheritance.

Elsa's expression turned a bit unsightly. Although the bloodline of the Vikings was not weak, it was only in the ancient times that they officially rose to power. In the ancient times, the Vikings were considered to be a barbarian tribe in a remote corner of the world. Their race was probably not even fully developed, and they were not on the same level as the bloodline of the Dark Witches.

But Elsa wasn't an ordinary person, and her expression quickly returned to normal. She was very clear that bloodline was important, but the strength of actual combat ability wasn't determined by the strength of the bloodline. Instead, it was the acquired cultivation that played a more important role.

"I don't care what bloodline you have, I won't lose this battle!" Elsa shouted as she firmed her confidence. Her fighting spirit surged once again.

"Little girl, you are still too inexperienced …" Hearing Elsa's words, Angelina shook her head and smiled. "You have already lost the moment I transformed."

"Nonsense!" Elsa thought that this was a psychological attack. She raised her halberd high and pointed it at Angelina.

"You will know soon whether I'm talking nonsense or not," Angelina said, and a palm-sized doll suddenly appeared in her hand.

Elsa's expression changed when she saw the doll. She naturally knew that it was the magical ability of the Witch Tribe — Puppet Technique.

Angelina smiled at Elsa, and then a strand of hair appeared in her other hand. There were only three strands of hair, but they were all dark purple, the same color as Elsa's hair. It wasn't hard to guess that this was the hair that Angelina had secretly obtained from Elsa during the battle.

Elsa suddenly felt that things weren't looking good. Although she didn't know how the other party was going to use this method, it seemed that she was going to fall for it.

Thinking of this, she suddenly dashed forward and pounced towards the other party.

Before she arrived, her halberd drew hundreds of blood-colored blades in the void, and they flew towards Angelina, trying to interrupt her move.

Angelina seemed to have expected this. She smiled and tapped the ground with the tip of her foot, retreating quickly.

At the same time, she tied the strand of hair in her hand to the small puppet's waist.

She bit the tip of her tongue and spat a mouthful of blood at the puppet before quickly chanting an incantation.

She didn't retaliate against Elsa's pursuit, and only used strange footwork to quickly dodge all of Elsa's attacks.

After a long time, Angelina suddenly stopped, and Elsa's halberd was about to reach her.

Seeing the rapidly enlarging blade, Angelina didn't dodge this time. She only raised the corners of her mouth.

"Is it going to work?!" Elsa hadn't expected her opponent to suddenly stop dodging, and her eyes shone with a brilliant light.

But just as the blade was about to touch Angelina's neck, Elsa's movements suddenly froze.

Everyone was dumbfounded by this strange scene, but they didn't know what was going on.

"Why isn't Elsa moving?"

"That was a good opportunity …"

The crowd below made all kinds of guesses.

Even Elsa herself felt baffled. Her body seemed to have been imprisoned by something in that instant. But after a moment of absent-mindedness, she immediately realized that it was Angelina's doing and looked at her.

The puppet in Angelina's hand had its limbs tied up by a red rope.

"I told you, you don't have any chance of winning against me!" After saying that, Angelina grabbed the puppet's left hand and forcefully pulled. The puppet's arm was unexpectedly torn off.

Just as the puppet's arm was torn off, Elsa let out a miserable howl as a large amount of blood spurted out from her left shoulder. Starting from the shoulder, the arm was completely separated from the puppet.

Angelina tore off the puppet's arm, and Elsa's arm also started showing signs of being torn apart.

"This is a puppet spell …"

Helplessness flashed on Elsa's face. She had no way to break the other side's method. They were both Saint Monarchs, but she was a melee powerhouse, completely restrained by the other side.

'What should I do? Am I going to lose this fight? '