Chapter 145: Your Highness, You Are Truly Too Gentle
"Cheng Kui?"
The King of Daxixi was startled for a moment, then grinned. "No, you're not him. You're just a moving corpse."
While locking onto Cheng Kui, the King of Daxixi double-checked Su Miao to confirm that her "magic power was exhausted," preventing her from launching a surprise attack from behind.
This ability to turn corpses into the undead was truly monstrous.
The crucial part was that it allowed these corpses to retain most of the combat power they had in life, which made it even more heaven-defying.
According to conventional logic, shouldn't more powerful corpses consume vastly more magic power when converted into the undead?
Yet, this witch converted and controlled corpses as if her magic power were entirely inexhaustible, only now finally running low.
"King of Daxixi, what are you plotting this time?"
Cheng Kui made his move.
Months ago, when a flood destroyed their residential complex, he had saved the King of Daxixi from the deluge and helped him awaken his abilities.
Later, he led his brothers in carving a bloody path through the chaotic apocalypse.
Eventually, noticing the King of Daxixi's strength advancing in leaps and bounds, he discovered that the King of Daxixi was rapidly increasing his power by devouring other ability users.
To survive, Cheng Kui turned the group under his command into cannibals, even borrowing a concept from pre-apocalypse internet lore: "Haven't you read the stories? The apocalypse arrives, the protagonist kills zombies, harvests mutant meat, and rapidly levels up by eating it. We're just doing this to stay alive."
It offered strength, survival, and a rationalized excuse to abandon their humanity; they sank deeper and deeper into this path.
Until one day, the King of Daxixi claimed he had come down with a high fever and could not participate in a hunt targeting a powerful ability user.
To wish everyone a triumphant return, the King of Daxixi had boiled a pot of meat for them, hoping they could share a portion after a successful hunt.
Cheng Kui had said, "We're brothers. Once the hunt is successful, we'll eat together."
To his surprise, not long after the hunt began, his brothers were heavily battered and collapsed one by one, and so did Cheng Kui.
Only then did they realize that the powerful ability user they were supposed to hunt was none other than their brother, the King of Daxixi.
The King of Daxixi had planned this for a long time; he wanted to devour everyone to become stronger.
Because relying solely on hunting was far too slow and dangerous.
However, devouring the brothers around him was exceptionally efficient.
To avoid being eaten, Cheng Kui forced a breakthrough, mutating into a monstrous creature.
He had no memory of what happened afterward, but waking up as one of the undead today and seeing so many mutated monsters on the battlefield allowed him to piece together most of what had occurred.
Boom!
The King of Daxixi met Cheng Kui's strike head-on, sending Cheng Kui flying backward.
"Big brother, eating Lan Shaokong's flesh and blood didn't change your fate, did it? Since you're already dead, stop dreaming of a corpse rising from the grave. As a brother, I advise you to stay buried in peace."
"Hahaha, brother? We treated you like a brother and looked after you at every turn, yet you wanted to devour us all, you beast!"
Cheng Kui launched another fierce assault on the King of Daxixi.
Previously, he had to worry about the King of Daxixi's blood-manipulation ability, but now he was one of the undead with not a single drop of blood in his body, rendering him completely fearless.
"Die!"
Cheng Kui's ability was speed, and he charged at the King of Daxixi with blinding velocity.
Unfazed, the King of Daxixi handled him with composure, even finding the leisure to destroy other undead attempting to ambush him.
Still, Cheng Kui's speed was genuinely troublesome, causing the King of Daxixi no small amount of distress.
Among the undead, Lin Henian remained hidden, awaiting an opportunity.
After all, if he stepped forward himself, a single punch from the King of Daxixi would shatter his old bones.
The Undead Queen continued to direct the overall situation, controlling the undead to pin down the King of Daxixi while providing cover for Lin Henian and Cheng Kui.
At the edge of the battlefield, Su Miao stood holding her umbrella-sword, watching the battlefield with an icy expression.
She was waiting for her magic power to recover.
She was also waiting for the toxic hallucinogenic potion to take effect.
Right now, simply by standing here and fixing her gaze upon him, she exerted immense psychological pressure on the King of Daxixi.
Perhaps seeing that Su Miao had stopped casting magic, the myna bird flew back to the battlefield.
Passing the temporary campsite of the Sihai Base from earlier, it spotted some glittering little vials.
These were the potions that the Sihai Base personnel used to instantly heal injuries on the battlefield, as well as the potions that made one wish for death yet unable to die. The miserable fate of Shamo, one of the cannibal leaders, was still vividly etched in the myna's memory.
It grabbed two vials, preparing to find an opportunity to deliver them to the King of Daxixi.
Because Her Highness Su Miao had prepared a toxic hallucinogenic potion for the King of Daxixi, it was bound to take effect.
"Witch, do you expect to stall me with this trash of the undead?"
"Impossible!"
Catching an opening, the King of Daxixi shouted at Su Miao.
He wanted to probe the witch Su Miao once more to gauge the situation, but Su Miao remained unmoved, simply watching the battlefield.
She threw no ice arrows, cast no giant fireballs, but merely gripped that strange umbrella-sword.
The King of Daxixi's heart sank.
If the witch reacted, he could adjust his combat strategy accordingly.
A witch who gave no response whatsoever brought him tremendous pressure.
In truth, Su Miao was terrified.
She was merely putting up a strong front.
Unless the King of Daxixi died, she could not return in peace.
Time ticked away second by second, and the attacking undead on the field dwindled to just over a thousand.
The King of Daxixi was truly formidable at killing, but after all, he was only one man.
His stamina was severely depleted, and it looked as though he could not hold on much longer.
The King of Daxixi had considered attempting a breakout, but Cheng Kui's speed was far superior to his, intercepting him every single time. Moreover, as the undead grew fewer, he kept feeling as though someone among them was constantly staring at him.
This was likely a hidden trump card of the undead.
He had to remain cautious and vigilant.
The undead were smashed to pieces one after another. When fewer than nine hundred remained, the King of Daxixi's vigor seemed to have been exhausted to its absolute limit.
"Witch, do you intend to humiliate me through a war of attrition?"
"..."
Su Miao did not speak.
She only wanted to beat the King of Daxixi to death.
"You hypocritical, rotten-assed, double-faced dog! Why didn't you say that when you had so many cannibals attack other people's bases? Useless trash!"
Clutching two vials of potion, the myna flew through the air and squawked.
The King of Daxixi noticed the potions in the myna's talons. Steeling his heart while the myna was off guard, he launched a sudden strike that frightened the bird into dropping the two vials, which the King of Daxixi successfully caught.
"Potions from the Sihai Base? My thanks."
Fending off the surrounding undead, the King of Daxixi actually pried open the caps and drank the potions down.
?
This maneuver left the myna bewildered.
Although these potions were meant for the King of Daxixi, they were supposed to be used while he was being corroded by the toxic hallucinogenic potion. To think he would drink them without a second thought.
Standing in the distance, Su Miao watched with a slight frown.
This...
She had wanted to stop him, but considering the horrifying nature of the potion, she refrained.
After swallowing the two vials of potion, the King of Daxixi felt his spirit surge. He sensed that his previously unhealed injuries were mending in an instant. Except for his blood-condensed right arm, which could not be restored, he had almost returned to his peak condition.
"Hahaha!"
"You foul-mouthed, mangy feather-brain, thanks for delivering these potions to the king and returning me to my peak!"
The King of Daxixi grinned. "Were you doubting my courage? Or questioning my judgment? Or perhaps you were worried that after drinking these potions, I'd wish for death yet be unable to die?"
"I'll tell you this: once I slaughter the lot of you and eat every last one of you, I can replace my old blood with new blood and banish all future troubles."
"Now, experience death!"
The King of Daxixi erupted with a terrifying aura, wielding a massive blade condensed from blood to sweep across the battlefield.
In an instant, nearly a hundred of the undead were shattered to pieces by his strike.
A horrifying blood-red shockwave swept outward.
Su Miao merely blinked. The crimson shockwave parted and swept past the left and right sides of her body, leaving not a single hair on her harmed.
It had been blocked by a magical spatial array.
How terrifying~
Looking at the remaining undead on the field, Su Miao felt a tinge of worry as to whether they could actually finish the mission.
Did she really have to step down into the field with her sword for close combat against the King of Daxixi?
Being able to sever the King of Daxixi's arm earlier was purely because he had been careless and severely underestimated her close-combat capabilities.
Now that he was on his guard, she had no idea if her sword could pierce his defenses.
Therefore, she could only continue to wait.
Even if it meant waiting until every single undead was slaughtered.
"Good grief, witch, you were bluffing after all."
The King of Daxixi sneered as he looked at the unharmed witch Su Miao, realizing he had almost been tricked just now.
"..."
Su Miao had no idea what the King of Daxixi meant. She tightened her grip on the umbrella-sword and continued to watch.
"Do you still want to drain my stamina? Let's see how you drain me now!"
The King of Daxixi charged into the ranks of the undead, slaughtering in all directions.
This time, his goal wasn't to break out, but to annihilate every last undead here and slay the witch.
Otherwise, there was no way for him to delay the adverse effects brought by the Sihai Base's potion; only by killing and devouring the witch could he buy himself enough time.
Only then could he break into the Sihai Base and find the antidote to resolve the root problem.
A truly flawless plan.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
In the blink of an eye, the undead surrounding the King of Daxixi dwindled to just over three hundred.
Had they been living humans rather than the undead, they would have fled long ago, let alone continued to press the attack.
Seeing this situation, the Undead Queen grew anxious.
If these undead continued to die off, her turn would come next.
"At all costs!"
The order was transmitted.
Dozens of undead elites who had consumed Lan Shaokong's flesh and blood unleashed their full power, charging at the King of Daxixi together.
The King of Daxixi swung his blood blade, instantly cleaving apart six undead elites, but this time he was delayed for a full second.
Suddenly, Cheng Kui's body burst forth, lunging forward with a dagger from behind.
"I've been waiting for you, my big brother!"
The King of Daxixi whipped around, shattering Cheng Kui's dagger and seizing him by the throat.
"I've got you."
"Is that so?"
Gripping the King of Daxixi's steel-like arm, Cheng Kui smiled. "I've got you, too."
The King of Daxixi sneered. "What other tricks do you have?"
Crack!
Something shattered.
It was a crystal vial containing the toxic hallucinogenic potion.
?
Feeling his arm grow sticky, the King of Daxixi's expression shifted.
Consumed by rage, he slammed Cheng Kui straight onto the ground, smashing his body until it fell apart, held together by nothing more than skin.
"Ah!"
The King of Daxixi looked down at his left arm, watching the flesh and blood rapidly corroding away.
He immediately swung his blood blade, carving away the infected flesh and expelling the blood from the surrounding area to prevent the poison from spreading.
Otherwise, once the Sihai Base's potion fully took effect, this venom would permeate his entire body.
The opportunity had arrived.
Su Miao waved her umbrella-sword, moving like an elegant conductor.
Hemorrhage!
Although this magic could not kill the King of Daxixi, buying a one-second window of disruption was more than enough.
In an instant, the King of Daxixi, who was busy cutting away his own flesh, suffered a catastrophic hemorrhage.
"Witch!"
Furious, the King of Daxixi managed to stem the surging blood just in time.
Yet, amid the brief opening while he controlled the hemorrhage, Lin Henian appeared.
His speed was even greater than Cheng Kui's.
By the time the King of Daxixi reacted, a dagger tainted with the toxic hallucinogenic potion had already pierced deep into his back, right over his heart.
One stroke, two strokes, three strokes—every single blow was fatal.
All these strikes were executed in a single breath.
Even more absurdly, Lin Henian scattered the remaining toxic hallucinogenic potion all over the greater part of the King of Daxixi's torso.
"Ah!"
The King of Daxixi spun around and unleashed a devastating strike that obliterated Lin Henian.
The toxic hallucinogenic potion spread at terrifying speed, relentlessly eating away at the King of Daxixi's flesh and inflicting unprecedented agony.
"Caw caw caw! Rotten-assed, hypocritical freak, your tool really is rotting away!"
The myna bird cawed an insult and bolted away on flapping wings.
True to form, no sooner had the insult left its beak than large quantities of corrosive venom spattered upward from the King of Daxixi's body toward the sky.
Had the myna been even a fraction of a second slower, it would have been hit.
Whether Her Highness Su Miao could save it if it got hit remained an unknown.
Driven mad by the excruciating pain, the King of Daxixi crushed Cheng Kui's undead remains beneath his heel, swept away the surrounding undead, and charged frantically toward Su Miao.
At this moment, the King of Daxixi hardly knew whether to feel glad or regretful.
He was glad he had drunk the Sihai Base's potion, which kept him alive and left a sliver of hope for revenge.
He regretted drinking the Sihai Base's potion, as it caused him to fall victim to the witch's poison, leaving his body to rot and heal in an endless cycle. That agony was far more terrifying than being gnawed upon by ten thousand ants.
No form of torture—whether having one's tongue ripped out, fingers sheared, being placed in a steaming cage, walking a mountain of knives, descending into a sea of fire, or execution by a thousand cuts—could compare to this torment.
This was truly wishing for death yet being unable to die.
During his previous battle with Lan Shaokong, the King of Daxixi had witnessed the extent of Shamo's suffering and the duration of his torture.
Without He Chao's help, the agony Shamo endured would have dragged on indefinitely.
And what about himself?
Extreme rage gave birth to stark terror within the King of Daxixi's heart.
He held no reverence for death whatsoever, but in the face of this excruciating torment, he was terrified.
"Witch!"
"Aah! Witch, I'll kill you!"
Breaking through the blockade of the undead elites, the King of Daxixi lunged straight at the witch Su Miao.
Watching the King of Daxixi, whose face was intermittently rotting and dripping with foul fluids, Su Miao blinked, flicked her umbrella-sword, and conjured a massive blue fireball that she had stored within her magical space for quite some time.
Boom!
After hurling the massive blue fireball, Su Miao closed her eyes.
The King of Daxixi was charging at blinding speed. Upon seeing the giant blue fireball, his expression underwent a dramatic shift as another large chunk of rotting flesh sloughed off his face.
The instinct to survive drove him, as if by some strange impulse, to veer off and flee into the distance.
Damn it!
This witch had been tricking him the entire time.
She kept bombarding him with ice arrows to make it seem as though she dreaded him closing the distance, only to slash off his arm and weaken his power the moment he truly drew near.
Later, she relentlessly attacked him with fireballs before abruptly feigning their dissipation, tricking him into believing her magic was exhausted.
Yet what was the truth?
The moment he closed in once more, attempting to slay her, she whipped out a giant blue fireball in the blink of an eye.
The temperature of that massive blue fireball was likely high enough to vaporize him into ash instantly.
Utterly despicable and shameless!
Boom!
The snow within a three-kilometer radius melted instantly from the explosion of the giant blue fireball, and the snow at the very center of the blast was directly vaporized.
Many undead elites and corpses scattered across the battlefield that failed to evacuate in time were reduced to ash in the blast.
The thick, heavy clouds blanketing the sky were likewise blasted away in a single instant by the shockwave.
"Your Highness..."
Crouched atop a distant mountain peak, the myna trembled violently as it watched the horrifying explosion.
The golden-winged roc and the eight grey rocs huddled together in terror, shaking uncontrollably.
In the eyes of Sun Rong, Chu Zeke, Yu Feng, and Guo Yixing, there was room for nothing besides sheer terror.
Was this Her Highness the Witch's true strength?
And Her Highness the Witch was standing almost right at the center of the blast zone—was she truly unharmed?
If an explosion of this scale had occurred right beside them, they would likely have died without leaving even a trace of dust behind.
At the center of the blast crater, Su Miao opened her eyes, tightly gripping her umbrella-sword.
The magical spatial array was truly reliable.
Once again, it had shielded her from the aftermath of the explosion.
Stiffening her posture, she looked down at the crater—over ten meters deep—blasted into the earth, and drew a deep breath.
She really had been terrified~
Seeing the state the King of Daxixi was in just moments ago, he had looked far more horrifying than any monster in a horror game.
Speaking of which, had that King of Daxixi been reduced to ash?
As the thought crossed her mind, Su Miao spotted a lump of charred, humanoid tissue lying about eight hundred meters outside the blast crater.
The torso was missing its right arm, the left forearm was gone, and the legs were reduced to mere upper thighs.
The head remained barely intact.
It was still twitching, trembling, and emitting a shrill, bizarre shriek.
"Kill... kill, kill me..."
"Kill, kill me..."
"Kill..."
Although his voice was altered beyond recognition, there was no doubt this was the King of Daxixi.
Upon catching sight of the giant blue fireball, he had fled using a technique akin to the blood-escape methods of demonic cultivators in fantasy lore.
It was just that his speed was far too sluggish compared to the explosive shockwave of the giant blue fireball.
He had managed to ward off a good deal of the blast with the blood armor condensed around his head and torso.
However, his three remaining limbs had been burned to ash by the extreme heat.
Most of his body was roasted through.
Even so, the King of Daxixi had stubbornly clung to life.
The Sihai Base's potion faithfully consumed his remaining primordial life force to repair his body, only for the toxic hallucinogenic potion to rapidly corrode it anew, rotting it into foul fluid.
His eyeballs had rotted away.
His ears and nose had rotted away.
Blind and deaf, his wails were driven purely by instinct.
Under such conditions, the agony wracking every inch of his body grew increasingly acute; the King of Daxixi was experiencing the tortures of the underworld in the realm of the living at three hundred percent capacity.
Wishing for death yet unable to die.
Had the King of Daxixi only drunk a single vial of the potion, he wouldn't have suffered quite so severely, but as it happened, he had downed two.
Truth be told, had the King of Daxixi been a bit smarter earlier, standing his ground without dodging the giant blue fireball hurled by Su Miao and letting himself be turned straight to ash, he wouldn't have needed to beg for death.
Yet he was unwilling to accept it; as long as he wasn't truly dead, he refused to give up.
"Caw caw caw! Rotten-assed, hypocritical freak."
The myna flew a bit closer, cawing a few insults.
Realizing the King of Daxixi's condition meant he could no longer hear a single word, it flew back.
"Your Highness, this King of Daxixi has truly tenacious vitality. Even that didn't kill him."
The myna remarked.
Su Miao put away her umbrella-sword and gave a soft acknowledgment: "Mn."
The myna asked, "Your Highness, should we finish off the King of Daxixi now?"
Su Miao shook her head.
She didn't want to get close. What if this King of Daxixi decided to detonate himself?
What if a splash of toxic venom got on her?
She genuinely had no magic power left right now.
There were bombs in her magical space, but explosives also carried the risk of scattering the toxic fluids everywhere.
The myna said, "I understand, Your Highness. You wish to fulfill this demon King of Daxixi's wish, right? The King of Daxixi said earlier that he wished for death yet was unable to die. Your Highness, you are truly so merciful."
Su Miao blinked. She had no idea how to respond to the myna.
Was that supposed to be a compliment, or sarcasm?
The myna continued, "Ever since we first laid eyes on this King of Daxixi, he's spent every day either eating people or leading others to eat people. Because of the King of Daxixi, nearly forty thousand people died in the Sihai Base, and it's a question whether even ten thousand are left alive in the base now."
"Even if there are, a good portion of them are old, weak, sick, or disabled."
"Too miserable."
"..."
Had it unlocked the chatterbox mode?
Su Miao wanted to go home, but considering that the King of Daxixi wasn't thoroughly dead yet, she decided to linger here a while longer, waiting until he perished completely and cremating him before leaving.
Besides, since the King of Daxixi was already reduced to this state, there was no need to rush.
"Your Highness."
The Undead Queen limped over.
Su Miao glanced at her; behind the Undead Queen, barely thirty-odd undead elites remained, and almost every single one of them was missing limbs.
This battle had practically wiped out all the undead from the Fire God Base as well as those newly converted on the battlefield.
"You did well."
Thinking for a moment, Su Miao bestowed Undead Revival upon them once more.
With only this small handful of undead remaining, casting Undead Revival consumed virtually no magic power.
"Stay nearby on guard. We'll head back once the King of Daxixi is completely dead."
"Understood, Your Highness!"
The Undead Queen dropped to one knee.
After paying her respects, she led the undead elites to stand at a distance, taking the opportunity to rummage through the ground for suitable bones to pick up and attach to themselves to fill out their missing parts.
Surveying the surroundings, Su Miao retreated temporarily to the higher ground in the rear, cleared away some of the ice chunks on the ground, and retrieved a small brazier from her magical space. Adding some smokeless coal and gasoline, she ignited it to boil a pot of salted edamame to snack on.
The myna flew down, brimming with anticipation.
Su Miao asked, "Have they gone back?"
The myna replied, "Your Highness, they've all been sent back, but the sand eagles wanted to stay a little longer."
Su Miao said, "Mn."
...
"Praise the Ice God, for the Ice God is eternal!"
On a mountain several thousand meters away stood two figures draped in snow-white plush cloaks.
They had arrived somewhat late, but the subsequent course of the battle had played out with crystal clarity before their eyes—this was combat on a superhuman scale.
"Zheng Meng, is this girl your enemy?"
The middle-aged man standing beside Zheng Meng asked.
He was Qiao Xixin, a priest of the Ice God Cult. He had asked this question once on the journey here; at first, upon hearing the answer, he had simply chuckled, assuming Zheng Meng was playing an enormous joke.
Asking again now was purely for confirmation.
"Yes."
Zheng Meng's expression remained tranquil. "You'd better not look at her through binoculars; she will notice."
Qiao Xixin's hand jerked, and he hurriedly swung his binoculars away toward the King of Daxixi's body. Watching the King of Daxixi's miserable state of wishing for death yet unable to die, he silently thanked whatever gods there were that he hadn't boasted earlier about helping Zheng Meng exact revenge.
"Killing someone is merely a matter of cutting off their head, but this witch clearly has no intention of letting the King of Daxixi die so quickly. She wants him to endure this torment of wishing for death for a while longer. Getting our hands on the King of Daxixi's corpse is going to be difficult now."
Zheng Meng spoke calmly, "Let's head back."
Qiao Xixin lowered his binoculars and asked, "Can you truly let go of your hatred?"
Zheng Meng replied, "Instead of worrying about whether I can let go of my hatred, Qiao Xixin, you'd do well to care about yourself. They informed you that Lan Shaokong would fight the King of Daxixi, assuming you could seize the opportunity to claim the corpse of either one."
"Yet what are the facts? If this witch hadn't appeared just now, you'd already be bubbling away in the King of Daxixi's pot."
Qiao Xixin's expression tightened. "Are you saying someone within the Ice God Cult wants me dead?"
Zheng Meng said, "I don't know. I only joined you all recently."
Qiao Xixin was left speechless. "Well, well, well... after all, I saved your life."
Zheng Meng said, "It is precisely because you saved my life that I am telling you this. Come, let's go. It's time to head to the Sihai Base. With the cannibals wiped out, we can safely spread the faith of my god within the Sihai Base."
She turned and walked away.
Qiao Xixin glanced back at the distant horizon, dismissing the sight of the King of Daxixi's agony, and hurried to catch up with Zheng Meng. "Zheng Meng, if we spread our faith in the Sihai Base and this witch happens to show up, what should we do?"
Zheng Meng's expression remained calm. "I have already let go of my hatred toward her; she won't do anything to me."
Qiao Xixin looked incredulous. "Didn't you say this witch slaughtered your entire family and destroyed the Fire God Base?"
Zheng Meng stated, "She did. But between you and me, who do you think is stronger compared to the King of Daxixi?"
Qiao Xixin came to a sudden realization. "I understand."
Zheng Meng shook her head. "No, you don't. If I were to show even the slightest bit of hostility toward her, she would lock onto me in an instant, and the myna by her side would hunt us down without a moment's delay. We would both be dead."
Terror surfaced on Qiao Xixin's face. "Why didn't you say so sooner? Let's hurry, let's go."
Zheng Meng cast a glance at Qiao Xixin, the Ice God Cult priest striding ahead.
With a personality and intelligence like that, how on earth had Qiao Xixin managed to survive until today amidst the relentless scheming within the Ice God Cult?
Assigning Qiao Xixin this particular mission must have been an attempt to ensure he died without a burial site.
How deep was that grudge?
Keeping her mind tranquil, Zheng Meng chose not to dwell on it.
Compared to these things, the memory of the witch Su Miao's icy expression flashed through her mind, and the terror buried deep within her heart nearly resurfaced.
...
Su Miao picked up her binoculars and glanced at the mountain peak where Zheng Meng and Qiao Xixin had been standing. The peak was already empty.
"Your Highness, what is it?"
Asked the myna, which was eagerly anticipating the piping-hot salted edamame.
"Someone was watching us just now."
Su Miao said.
The myna immediately took flight. "Your Highness, I'll go check it out."
Soaring high into the sky with a whoosh, it made a direct beeline for the mountain peak where Zheng Meng and Qiao Xixin had been, but found nothing left on the snowy ground except a trail of footprints.
"Someone really was here."
Following the fading direction of the footprints for a short while without spotting any figures, the myna quickly flew back.
A moment later, a patch of ice cracked open on the ground within the sector the myna had just scouted.
Zheng Meng adjusted her cloak and stepped out of a snow trench.
Patting his chest, Qiao Xixin said with lingering fear, "That witch is too terrifying!"