"Devouring you all can expedite my recovery somewhat."
The Witch gazed at the group of True Spirits, eyes somber and focused. Since he had awakened his Spiritual Wisdom and created his Domain, he had not consumed a True Spirit alive.
It was an act to capture food before his Spiritual Wisdom had awakened.
Now, he could no longer afford to care about that, he must recover as quickly as possible, even if doing so would expose his whereabouts.
If he continued to hide, who knew when he would fully recover, and he no longer had the time to stay hidden and recover slowly.
Boom!
The Witch's presence was formidable, his hair like bizarre insects, sweeping out and in the blink of an eye, a True Spirit was enveloped and devoured by the hair-turned-creatures.
The True Spirits dwelling in the Land of Imperishable all looked towards a certain place, revealing expressions of horror, as an ominous presence made itself known.
