The old witch raised her hand, rapidly pinching her fingers to make divinations as divine power began to surge around her for the first time. She was immensely powerful; space instantly morphed into an illusory black hole, with eight gigantic snakes vaguely slithering in the shadows.
"Sever hair!" the witch shouted fiercely. A whirlwind sliced through Zhou Chuan's locks and swiftly carried them into her hands.
Hum! Using the strands of hair as a conduit, the witch cast her spell. It blazed with raging fire, as if divine origin itself were burning.
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