What Kind of Luck Is This?

Bzz!

Bang!

Jiang Han desperately reined in her strength, along with her magic power, using her immense physical force to withstand Eve Harkins's heavy slash.

The master of Ghost Castle showed a flicker of surprise on her delicate, sickly face. Then she elegantly turned her wrist, and the deadly Bone-Eating Light Sword sliced through the air, lightly brushing across Jiang Han's body before withdrawing at once.

Hiss!

Jiang Han flashed backward, opening up some distance as she clutched her lower ribs, her face pale.

The dreadful germs from the Bone-Eating Sword were gnawing at her bones. The Cat Lamp Witch's uniquely light yet sturdy skeleton kept giving off metallic clanging sounds. She could barely stop herself from dropping to one knee, silently chewing through her own pain.

A top-tier witch's combat experience was terrifying, and her ability to seize an opening was downright frightening.

In just one exchange, Jiang Han had nearly lost her life. If she had not unexpectedly held the advantage in raw strength, that sword strike would not have merely grazed her.

Eve Harkins held the Bone-Eating Light Sword at an angle and slowly approached with elegant steps.

"What a dangerous little cat. May I know your breed? I'd like to keep a little cat that can snap steel rebars with one swipe of its paw too." Eve Harkins spoke with ample leisure as she displayed the snowy-white arm beneath her sleeve.

It was covered in red streaks.

"Truly astonishing strength," she added. "I can feel my arm bones creaking."

Is that so? Jiang Han lifted her head and saw the Ghost Witch briefly turn ghostly; the injury on her arm vanished completely.

What a cheating kind of witch... Jiang Han took a breath, then struck her ribs hard. A thread of red particles was expelled from