"I indeed followed you all the way and watched you all the way. You did really well, so now you should return the blood magic power you collected to me."
The cemetery wizard apprentices were staring blankly.
The mantle?
Are they referring to that Ivita?
And what does it mean to return it?
Why can someone speak of robbery as if they were righteous.
Seeing the lack of response from the apprentices, the Hearthstone Witch waved her hand, and immediately one man's arm fractured. "Hurry up and return my things to me. I'm losing patience!"
"Return it immediately, and I'll give you a way out."
Only then did the five wizard apprentices feel the terrifying magical power enveloping the witch in front of them. She was like a gaunt demon swallowing people in the dark night.
The leading wizard apprentice spat out three words nervously. "The Great Witch..."
The other four wizard apprentices were all taken aback.
