She was an old crone, well past her fifties.
Sitting atop a sand platform made of piled sand, the top was crawling with Insect Snakes and Centipedes.
The crone hunched her spine, her body wrapped in a piece of ragged Beast Skin, with skin exposed outside as rough as the bark of a thousand-year-old tree.
Her eyes radiated a dull, whitish hue, looking utterly lifeless.
What was most eerie was her head, from which at least six bizarre black Snakes extended, three on either side.
Those black Snakes were like her hair, growing from her scalp, alive and constantly writhing.
Su Tang didn't dare to move an inch.
The eyes of those six black Snakes all fixed on her in unison, which made her feel a chill down her spine.
The expression on the face of the Black Hill Witch had clearly become impatient.
