Crash!
The stark-white skeleton, still streaked with threads of crimson blood, collapsed with a clatter, sending quite a few Bundimun scurrying out from beneath the rotten floorboards.
After the Hunchbacked Witch had been brutally killed, the black hurricane woven from several streams of black mist gradually subsided.
They floated in midair, four or five pairs of scarlet eyes fixed on Golden Viper.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the black mist gathered again. Rather than trying to flee, it shrank back into the shattered glass fish tank, trembling as it watched Golden Viper.
Golden Viper was briefly speechless. Then he lifted his cloak, and the magical vortex on his face dispersed, revealing a youthful visage.
"What the hell is this thing?"
Winrylie had tried to use the creatures she kept to kill them, only to suffer a backlash herself and lose her life.
What had happened was both horrifying and grotesque. Cacus stared fearfully at the freshly made skeleton on the floor and the churning black cloud inside the fish tank, asking in a shaken voice.
"I don't know—"
Amosta shook his head honestly.
The messy methods passed down by these Secret Witches were entirely different from those of modern wizards. Amosta could only vaguely sense that the thoughts emanating from those black clouds did not belong to humans, but were more like those of magical creatures.
"Then what about this thing?"
"It has to be eliminated. Otherwise, the villagers at the foot of the mountain will suffer."
Amosta spoke softly.
The monster in the fish tank seemed to possess clear intelligence. The moment Amosta said that, the black mist huddled together inside immediately began churning violently.
Screech!
The sudden high-pitched scream made Cacus drop to his knees, clutching his ears with a pained expression. Even Amosta's mind wavered for an instant.
Seizing that