At that moment, a black cloud of mist, like a long dragon, descended from the sky along with the black beam of light.
A pair of blood-red eyes emerged from the black mist, radiating boundless malice and killing intent. Just a glance could send chills down your spine.
"Great Shaman!"
The entire coven knelt down, bowing their heads endlessly. Dennis Ton was even overwhelmed by this endless pressure, trembling and laying on the ground.
Although she was afraid, she was also incredibly excited. With such a powerful god descending, Ye Bufan would surely die today. Finally, her revenge would be served.
"Great Spirit God, please punish this wretch who blasphemes against you."

"Step forward, and let me see who dares to disrespect the divine!"
The Shaman, as he spoke, suddenly exuded an aura of power that sent shivers down the spines of those around him.
In everyone's eyes, the battle was over today. The Chinese man was surely doomed.
And just then, a lazy voice sounded: "It's me! I said you're a piece of trash!"
Ye Bufan's heart was filled with disappointment and contempt. He was still a witch god, but he was so cowardly.
This old geezer not only didn't possess Qiravit, but he also didn't fully descend into this world. To put it bluntly, he was putting on a show of being ready to flee at any moment.
If he uses the magic bottle now, the other party will immediately withdraw.
He's right, last time he lost a fragment of his avatar, the main body of the God of Witchcraft suffered some damage and hasn't recovered yet.
As a being that has lived for tens of thousands of years, this guy is incredibly cunning. Now that he's back, I'm always cautious and make sure to identify my opponent first.
"Damn Chinese people, dare to disrespect the Great Wuzhi God, The Great Wuzhi God will definitely punish you…"
"You're right, please punish this ignorant Chinese person, the Great Spirit God, let him be torn to pieces…"
At this moment, all the members of the Dark Mage Alliance hated Ye Bufan to their core, wishing they could immediately have the God of Witches slay this man before them.
But as soon as they spoke, there was a change overhead. The black beam of light instantly retracted into the sky, and even the mass of black mist vanished in the blink of an eye.
The entire night sky returned to calm, as if nothing had happened at all.
Now everyone was dumbfounded, their mouths agape in surprise, unsure of what had just happened.
"What's going on? Didn't the God-King arrive? Why did he suddenly leave?"
"Yeah, that damned Chinese should be punished immediately for insulting the witch god in person, shouldn't he?"
"Could it be that the Alliance Leader made a mistake? Causing the summoning ritual to be interrupted, yes, it must be like that, there must have been a mistake somewhere…"
The people of the Dark Wizards Alliance all looked dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on.
And the people of the Dragon King's Palace secretly breathed a sigh of relief, after all, the arrival of the Witch God just now brought them great pressure.
Qiravit was completely panicked. Without the help of the God of Witches, he was no match for Ye Bufan at all. How could he possibly win this battle?
This guy once again performed a ritual to summon spirits. He vomited a large mouthful of blood, and the bloody light shot straight into the sky.
Ye Bufan stood aside with his arms crossed, a faint smile on his face, showing no intention of stopping.
All the members of the Black Mage Alliance looked over with anticipation, eager for the God of Magic to descend once more and punish these Chinese people.
But the result disappointed them. This time was completely different from last time. After the blood light rose into the sky, it remained silent and there was no response.
After waiting for quite a while, the deity hadn't shown any signs of arriving. Chilavert coughed up blood again and performed the summoning ritual once more.

The result was exactly the same as before, with no sign of any reaction in the sky.
Ye Bufan said playfully, “Alright, stop spitting now. Even if you spit out all your blood, your witch god won't come. You didn't see that the old guy was scared off by me?”
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! The God of Witches is a god from heaven, how could he be afraid of you, a mere mortal..."
"...Insulting the Great Wuzhen, and the Great Wuzhen will surely punish you..."
No one in the Dark Wizards' Alliance believed him, yet none could offer a better explanation.
In the history of dark wizards, summoning a god has always been successful, there is no record of such a thing ever failing. This kind of situation has never happened before.
Chilavit spat out another mouthful of blood. The Soul-devouring Hellfire had already seriously injured him before it was taken away, and now he coughed up four or five mouthfuls of blood in a row. The guy suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded, collapsing to the ground.
The sky remained eerily quiet, with no sign of the deity's imminent arrival.
Now everyone's heart rose with a thought, could the other party be telling the truth, was the Wuzhen really scared away by that Chinese person?
If you find that hard to believe, then consider this: there's no other explanation for what we're seeing right now.
Ye Bufan stood beside with a smile on his face. At this moment, he had lost his patience and waved his hand behind him: "Do it."
"No, no, Mr. Ye, let's talk this through."
utterly disappointed in the witch god, Chiravit realized his dangerous predicament. He could no longer afford to save face and hurriedly bowed his head to Ye Bufan, begging for mercy, "As long as you spare our Black Witch Alliance this time, you will be our friend from now on."
Ye Bufan shook his head. "Not interested."
"I can give you money, lots and lots of money."
"That's something we can consider," Ye Bufan said. "Here's the deal: 100 billion US dollars for the Wusheng, 10 billion for the Dahuwang, and 1 billion for each Wuhwang. No negotiation."
Hearing that the other party agreed to take money, Chilavit was immediately overjoyed, but hearing the price immediately made his heart ache.
"This...this is too much, isn't it?"
"Are you sure? Never mind, I don't want money anymore. Just take my life."
After Ye Bufan finished speaking, with a wave of his hand, Ye Tian on the other side moved quickly, punching a Great Witch King to pieces with one punch.
"Um... Mr. Ye, I'm willing to pay!"
Chalahavi Express roared his protest, but seeing this he immediately dropped the idea of haggling.
These remaining individuals are the foundation of the Black Wizards' Alliance. Each one who dies weakens their power. They are already severely weakened, and if more die, they will likely be unable to maintain a foothold in the West.
"Alright then, let's calculate the cost," Ye Bufan said to Lu Banxia. "Calculate the total amount for us."
Then he looked at the people from the Black Wizard Alliance, "Report your cultivation level. If you dare to hide it, I won't charge you."
At this moment, these black wizards were all trembling with fear, clearly understanding what it meant for the other party to represent "no money." Under such circumstances, who would dare to conceal even a single detail?
"I am the Wusheng..."
"I am the Great Shaman..."
"I am the Witch King..."
Soon, the remaining Dark Wizards in the Dark Wizard Alliance were counted. There were 38 in total, including 8 Archmages, 20 Grand Warlocks, and 10 Warlocks.
Lu Banxia calculated for a moment, then said: "Brother Ye, it's a total of 10.1 billion US dollars."
Ye Bufan looked at Chilavit and smiled faintly: "Ten billion is a small amount. Let's just say one hundred billion dollars."

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