Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Everyone was stunned.

They had expected Lilly to be the one sent flying, but instead, it was their guardian who was thrown backwards.

What's more, he was sent flying upside down by a tree branch...

Inside the cave, the elder and the descendants were shocked, while Ivan remained calm, focusing on washing the dishes.

Washing dishes after a meal is a fundamental virtue of a companion.

Ivan took dishwashing very seriously.

Lilly casually swung a tree branch in her hand.

The members of the Witch Clan outside the cave had their eyes wide open.

Wait, was our guardian sent flying by a little girl? Wait. Is the young man washing dishes in the cave? Is he washing a cauldron? Wait a minute. Is the water he's using to wash the dishes from an ice pond? Everything in front of them was like a dazzling carousel, shocking the entire Witch Clan.

They didn't even notice how Rory managed to get back up.

Rory was terrified. He had thought that although the little girl's aura had changed, her strength should have remained the same.

After all, it had only been a few days.

However, she had sent him flying with just a tree branch.

Rory was inexplicably afraid.

He didn't know if she had been hiding her strength from the beginning or if she had truly leveled up in just a few days.

Either way, it was terrifying. Rory knew he was no match for her.

| acted impulsively.

Should | retreat? If 1 do, it will be admitting defeat.

This would stain my life.

If I back down today, how can | become the new Emperor Greenbow in the future? The path would be unstable...

So, no matter what, | have to keep going.

"| underestimated you." Rory adjusted the cloth hat on his face. His voice was as cold and ruthless as ever. "l was careless just now." Lilly smiled and said, "Is that so? | thought if | stood still for a second, you could show a little more dignity. | guess | was careless." Rory remained silent.

Killing with a clear conscience.

He instantly became annoyed and roared, "Soul Yield!" Rory clasped his hands together. In an instant, the world around him changed. A dark cloud descended from the sky, covering the entire mountain stream.

The expression of the Witch Clan changed. "This is the most powerful Soul Yield spell of the Witch Clan." "Indeed, he is the guardian. | didn't expect his Soul Yield spell to reach such a level." "The guardians are also the guardians of the Mystic Wander. The souls they sacrifice are the beast souls of the Black Tortoise.

Judging by this terrifying momentum, could it be that he has successfully communicated with the Black Tortoise beast soul?" Rory's clothes fluttered. His hair danced wildly, and a chilling wind howled.

Lilly didn't quite understand. The elder explained, "In ancient times, when the Black Tortoise descended and died, even their beast souls disappeared. Our Witch Clan elders were present when the Black Tortoise descended, so we became the guardians of the Black Tortoise." "Each generation of guardians will protect the place where the Black Tortoise descended. We're attempting to communicate with the beast soul of the Black Tortoise, trying to summon it back. This is the Soul Yield." "However, summoning the beast soul of the Black Tortoise is difficult. If you can summon even a fraction of the ‘momentum’ related to the Black Tortoise, it's already quite impressive." "The ‘momentum’ left by the beast soul of mythical creatures will be bestowed upon the sacrificer. This will instantly make the sacrificer twice or even three times stronger.” Lilly understood.

So, he is relying on the residual "momentum" left by the Black Tortoise's beast soul to enhance his strength, which is akin to summoning a soul.

However, the soul he summons is too feeble. Even Squeaky can summon a soul, and it directly summons the Black Tortoises beast soul itself.

What is he attempting to do? After all of this, he became slightly stronger. However, she managed to defeat him within a matter of seconds.

Is what he summons merely a trace of residual momentum? Lilly patiently waited.

Just two seconds after the elder finished explaining, the energy within Rory's body suddenly transformed.

There was a pressure that only ancient mythical creatures could possess.

The descendants of the With Clan behind him fell to the ground in reverence, their faces filled with devotion.

"All hail the Black Tortoise!" they exclaimed in unison.

Rory lifted his head, revealing his face.

A face that could barely be considered handsome was now filled with majesty and coldness.

He possessed an indescribable disdain and aura that only mythical creatures possessed. His expression was different from his previous self.

Lilly was rendered speechless.

This is merely a form of possession.

Oh, it's not human possession. It is a beast possession.

Lilly twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "Are you prepared this time?" Rory was taken aback. She stole my lines.

Just as he was about to speak, Lilly interrupted once again and said, "Don't tell me you were careless again." Rory felt irritated.

She stole my lines again.

He became furious and sneered, "A mere human dares to disrespect me. Very well, | grant you death. | won't bother with the rest." Lilly pondered. He's definitely possessed.

His arrogance is beyond measure.

The pretentious Rory raised his hand. Then, a shadow emitting a faint light formed around him, vaguely resembling a colossal Black Tortoise.

With this action, it seemed as if the Black Tortoise was about to crush her with a single step.

Lilly was left speechless. Once again, she swung the branch in her hand forcefully.

The Witch Clan members were both excited and astonished just a moment ago. They exclaimed, "It truly is the mythical creature, the Black Tortoise. The Black Tortoise's beast soul. There is no mistake." "The guardian is formidable. The guardian is the chosen one of the Black Tortoise." The next moment, their chosen guardian was sent flying upside down, and the faint light of his beast soul vanished.

All of them fell into silence.

They were in shock.

Their silence was overwhelming.

It happened once again.

Was he sent flying again? And it struck his face once more.

Look at the guardian's face. There is a red mark from the impact.