“We can resurrect the great warlock if we join the Witch Cult?”

“That’s too simple, isn’t it?”

“Fine then. I’ll join the Witch Cult now. I’m considered a member of your Witch Cult. May I know how we are going to resurrect the great warlock? Could it be that he can be resurrected with the so-called power of faith after knowing that I am a member of the Witch Cult?”

That man said as he looked at the sky.

Discerning people could tell that he did not believe her at all.

Tiffany sneered. “Do you think you can join the Witch Cult with a mere word? You must really look down on the Witch Cult. If you wish to join, you have to pass a test. If you can’t, you are naturally unqualified to join.”

That man also sneered. “What’s the test then?”

Tiffany said, “It’s simple. It will be a test to find out whether you have the potential to become a witch.”

As she spoke, her finger pointed lightly.

A ray of bloody light shot out of the full moon on that huge blood-colored mark in mid-air, hitting