Purple light flickered in the witch's eyes. She was currently in a state where her incarnations had merged, and her physical stats were in no way inferior to those of a close-combat fighter.
The witch raised her fair arm. With a boom, the surrounding air exploded. This witch seemed capable of controlling air.
At that moment, a spear soundlessly appeared behind her. The witch's cheek twitched as she aimed her palm backward.
With a bang, a figure appeared out of thin air. Blood sprayed everywhere as an indigenous member of the Toothbone Tribe had his lower body blasted apart by an air cannon. His eyes quickly filled with blood.
"Balakaya (indigenous tongue: Be with me)."
With his lower body shattered, the Toothbone tribesman slapped the ground beneath him and lunged straight at the witch.
"Kayah (Together)."
Dozens of figures emerged from behind the surrounding trees and vines. They all stared at the Toothbone tribesman with the shattered lower body. As if sensing this, a smile appeared on his face.
Bang!
Shattered bones and rotten flesh flew everywhere. The witch took a step back, and several broken teeth sank into her lower abdomen. The wounds were not deep, but the mental blow was considerable.
A small figure charged out. He was likewise deathly pale all over. He rushed to the pile of rotten flesh and ate several large mouthfuls. Then, with red light gleaming in his eyes, he looked toward the witch. The Toothbone tribesman who had died earlier had been this child's father.
Seeing this, the witch's cheek trembled. She had always believed that witches' madness was frightening, but today she realized that compared with these Toothbone tribesmen, witches could not even be considered mad.
The fatherless child showed no sorrow in his eyes. He merely stared at the witch.