"Huff, huff..."
Joseph gasped heavily; such a run wouldn't stress his physical endurance, but in the dark thicket, those eyes seemed to be everywhere.
The Voodoo Zombies around him were intact, but the number of Witches initially shielded in the midst had dwindled to a mere few.
Moreover, those that remained had nearly lost the will to fight due to the torment.
Once they crossed the mountain, they would reach their destination, but the distance to this mountain might as well be the divide between life and death.
"We can't keep running; one by one, he'll gradually devour us."
"Could this kid be a Bloodline Holder?"
"How could an ordinary Demon Hunter have such spiritual power?"
Indeed, for Joseph, what made Roger most troublesome was his spiritual power, which was even stronger than that of average Witches.
