"Godslayer, how are you holding up?" Cand-Dragon asked in a low voice, watching the pained expression on John's face.
Cand-Dragon knew all too well the terrifying abilities of the Shapeshifting Witch. Her god-level disguise talent allowed her to take on the appearance and life force of anyone, even perfectly mimicking their aura.
The most dangerous aspect of her attack, however, was the soul toxin she wielded—once infected, it was usually a death sentence.
John's brow furrowed as waves of dizziness hit him. His soul was being constricted by black threads, constantly devouring his essence.
But at that moment, the Crimson Karma Lotus appeared, instantly dissolving the black threads.
The Hellfire had the power to purify any form of evil.
With his soul crisis averted, John didn't let it show. He gritted his teeth and slowly pulled the dagger from his chest, fixing his cold gaze on the Shapeshifting Witch. "Where is Sini?"
