In a side hall of the royal palace, the witches who had completed their counter-surveillance preparations climbed down from the Sin Dragon Mech, while Jiang Han also canceled her transformation.
Tan Yue gave herself a shake and raised an eyebrow.
"What an utterly impoverished world."
"I couldn't agree more." Lin Shu, sweet-looking but gloomy in expression, kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the large bed in the side hall with a plop. Letting out a soft cry, she said, "Still, at least the cotton in this impoverished world isn't bad—soft enough. Oh, Comrade Han, do you have any medicated oil left? The sulfur smell is about to knock me unconscious."
For that full Inferno flavor, Jiang Han and her study group had fumigated themselves with sulfur fragrance for over ten minutes before teleporting into this world. If not for the witches' specially made medicated oil, they would probably have already lost their combat capability.
Jiang Han dug a small bottle out of her waist pouch and tossed it to Lin Shu.
She herself took off her boots and likewise collapsed softly onto the bed.
"I can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm suffocating..." she wailed.
Jiang Han finally understood what kind of world a "poor world" was.
There was not even a wisp of magic power in the air. The structure of the special particles in the atmosphere, along with its unique layers, filtered magic power away. Under such circumstances, a witch being able to cast a level-three spell already showed that she had studied spellcraft with great care. If witches wanted to fight at their full strength in this world, they would need to plant at least a hundred witch signal towers to improve it.
She could feel her physical strength draining away, forcing her to use