Thrust and Round Dance

While the Furnace Witches resisted the rat tide, Tang Qi Number Two suddenly looked up. His gaze seemed to pierce through the dark tunnel and reach Hawknest City's night sky, where faint light was beginning to appear. Tang Qi lowered his head again, and his calm voice rang through the tunnel, entering everyone's ears.

"Half an hour until dawn."

Though there was not the slightest warning in those words, the witches still understood their implied meaning.

Their "leader" truly had no intention of intervening in this battle that belonged to them.

If they did not resolve it before dawn, that disgusting Ratman family would successfully escape.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Annie Fox held the Curio hunting rifle called the Blazing Princess. Each shot blasted apart swathes of mutated rats, but the rat tide quickly filled the gaps again.

These rat monsters, polluted and modified by the Trunch Ratmen, possessed no will of their own. Fearless of death, they surged forward without end.

At that moment, she and the rest of her companions heard Tang Qi's reminder.

She abruptly turned and shouted at a fat boy nearby, "Happy!"

Happy Fisher, who was wielding a knight's lance seemingly made from the bones of some marine creature and sweeping through the rat tide, instantly understood Annie's meaning upon hearing her call.

Although this was only the witches' second battle, they had already formed a degree of coordination. Each of them understood the general direction of their companions' abilities, and in terms of command, Annie Fox had subtly become their leader.

"Why does a perfectly good lance have such a weird ability?"

Happy Fisher grumbled as he looked toward the shaft of the lance in his hands.

Two symbols were clearly visible there: one shaped like a spear tip, the other like a spinning top.