At the same time, a green light spread from below his neck to his whole body, initiating blood staunching and similar effects.
“Stop!” The old witch’s body started to emit countless translucent spirit bodies, and every one of them circulated around Brass Ring’s body, making his speed drop.
“There is a spell effect on this oil painting, if you tear it apart the whole entrance to the secret plan will also collapse!”
The old witch’s expression turned serious, “Let me do it!”
When the previous Banshee wail had struck, the bodies of both the old witch and Jaye emitted a black colored membrane. It seemed like neither of them suffered any injuries.
“Your Banshee wail was pretty good, it is a shame that the matching spell formation has been half collapsed due to the passage of time. What’s left isn’t something than can affect us official Magi…”
The old witch looked upon the Banshee within the oil painting with pity, as she stroked the surface of the painting with her hand.
Following which tiny dark purple dots originated from the old witch’s palm and spread continuously. Like someone was adding a coat of paint.
“Come forth! My baby!”
The old witch said softly, her voice sounding tender and flirtatious.
As soon as these words were uttered, the Banshee within the painting turned fearful, as if she had encountered her natural enemy.