"Scoundrel! A scoundrel unworthy of scheming with!"
The masked expert bellowed, spewing a mouthful of golden essence blood and his figure transformed into a wisp of black smoke that dissipated on the spot.
This was him sustaining serious injuries, depleting his origin, and forcibly executing an escape secret technique.
The sweeping nets caught only empty air as more than ten Witch Clan experts interweaved their movements, just in time to encircle the strongest battle witch that came crashing into them.
"Damn it! He got away!"
"Are you all right, chief?"
"What could be wrong with— *cough*, puh... Nothing, nothing."
The battle witch raised a hand to cover his mouth, refining a mouthful of fresh blood:
"Just roast an old demon of longevity from the sea to eat later, we should hurry back, they're surely still fighting over there.
