Faced with Victor’s demeanor of an arbiter, the old woman’s mask did not move a bit, not even a ripple in the eyes, only bowing deeper:

"Indeed, the Witch Spirits generally admire such creatures. With their assistance, the Witch Spirits can exert even greater power, whether in daily research, prayer, or combat when necessary. A Witch Spirit can amplify their strength or directly draw energy from them when needed, and their combat capabilities are indeed not weak, which is why we prefer to hire them."

"The situation you mentioned, I’m hearing for the first time. The secrets of the Ancient Universe are endless, and the Wu Ling Sect has never recorded the fact that humans could even reach an agreement with some energy creatures, revealing our lack of scrutiny towards their origins. I am willing to take responsibility for this and accept punishment."

Victor shook his head in disappointment.

"Old woman, old woman, at this point, are you still making excuses for me with such words?"

His fingers slid once more.

The holographic projection suddenly switched, the perspective shifting from the battlefield to a high-altitude view, clearly marked with "Secret Archives of the Witch Sect - Shadow Corridor."

A familiar translucent Storm Heroic Spirit, its body structure pulsating with extreme regularity. As it fluctuated, an inconspicuous prismatic spiritual energy information terminal in the corner of the archives, with an extremely concealed, needle-point sized symbol interface on its side, was synchronously flashing with almost imperceptible micro-light.

This was receiving and transmitting information.

"This is something we’ve captured using the ’Eye of True Sight’ from three Blood People." Victor’s voice suddenly turned harsh, "Every time it approaches the Shadow Corridor, the same information interface consistently emits a flow of information. Old woman! Don’t tell me an energy body would deliberately go to the corner where your Church hides historical materials to perform an energy dance!"

The old woman’s gaze seemed to flicker with something: "The archives keepers have reported that these mercenaries have a strong and strange curiosity about the ancient knowledge of the Spirit Race... But the Church abides by the sacred laws, never opening the core secret teachings... I must emphasize again that we didn’t know they were human spies. At most, this can be considered the Witch Spirits indulging their cute pets, I ask for your forgiveness."

"Indulging cute pets... you really know how to speak."

Victor sneered, harshly throwing out the third image!

No longer the worldly battlefield or archives, but extremely bizarre spiritual level scanning images! Recorded by the Witch Sect’s high-ranking witches jointly performing the "Soul Imaging Technique"! The images are extremely unstable, filled with fragments of screaming souls and a scarlet background.

At the center of the image was the old woman!

She wore a grand ritual battle skirt, not the emotionless silver-white mask, but a skull mask representing the High Priest, inlaid with blood rubies. She held her hands high, presiding over a sinister ritual! Surrounding her were dozens of frenzied dancing priestesses. Their target—a struggling human shape, condensed from pure painful memories, bound at the top of the altar!

The ritual’s power fluctuated intensely, above the altar connecting to a turbulent spiritual vortex.

At the vortex’s edge, several humanoid Storm Heroic Spirits were clearly visible.

They were not bystanders but actively channeling the violent spiritual energy dissipating from the ritual.

By the looks of it, they seemed to be used as ’batteries,’ as an energy pool within the ritual, extracting energy to supplement the Witch Spirits involved.

Yet, upon closer inspection, between the vortex and the Heroic Spirits, faintly flickering were extremely weak symbol information streams, requiring highly professional spiritual identification to decode! 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Those symbols... incredibly intricate, the core structure clearly depicted some complex circuits of multidimensional space energy guidance and node connection!

"Still trying to argue, old woman?"

"This was the Mensa Eye ritual you presided over. The Church’s secret canon recorded the need for pure painful souls to invoke Mensa’s blessing, then extract the energy to maintain the stability of all Comoros’s Veil ports. The ritual succeeded, but tell me, why after that day, did the energy flow diagram of these energy creatures’ internal structure show the sequence of symbols that only exist in the secret canon in your hands?"

Everything was exposed.

The old woman was an outstanding master of conspiracy. She plotted many things, even the energy Heroic Spirits did not know that their ability to collect the complete Veil Spirit Gate technology swiftly and smoothly, and complete its analysis, was due to someone secretly aiding them.

She thought that by doing this, she could leave no trace.

However, things unknown even to those Storm Heroic Spirits were known by Victor.

The silver-white mask the old woman wore cracked like a spider web into countless fragments and fell off, revealing the face beneath the mask—a face retaining the graceful elegance of time, its contours sharp as a blade, with deep-set eyes filled with lamentation.

"No wonder you’re the Black Witch King, the greatest master of conspiracy in a millennium, able to unify Comoros under your rule, accomplishing things that countless governor conspirators could not... Wise Black Witch King, since you have all the answers, why must you still ask?"

"Because there’s one thing I’ve thought about for a long time but couldn’t figure out." Victor’s voice did not change just because the old woman finally admitted everything, "Why? Why did you do this?"