C117 Blood Fire Sect

In the heart of the Fallen Mountain range, a shadow flickered within a cave. A witch with gray-white hair was drenched in sweat.

"Any luck? Has the Fighter been cursed to death yet?"

The witch remained silent, her rabbit ears shifting from gray to crimson—a sign that puzzled the onlookers.

"Witch Feng, what's going on? You're actually using your vital essence," someone inquired