More and more vegetation along the way had been crushed flat. Jiang Han followed behind Cheng Yu and Li Li, studying the ground.
Three-toed claw marks sunk deep into the soil.
Shattered golden-white dragon scales.
Vines torn apart.
The more clues there were, the closer the beast's roars seemed, and the more nervous she became. Though she possessed formidable magic power, beneath her Witch nature, she was still an ordinary person.
She was afraid of getting hurt, afraid of pain, worried about wounds being left on her body—she feared everything humans feared.
I didn't grow up with the experience of getting pelted by magic missiles like a Witch. Isn't it only natural for ordinary people to fear pain... Jiang Han kept a straight little face, gloomily hugging her gun axe as she suppressed the hysterical urge to hack wildly at everything in sight.
This was the time to whistle and urge herself to pee.
Once the urge to pee rises in your heart, humans become creatures capable of overcoming anything... Jiang Han let her thoughts run wild, relieving her stress while also piling more onto herself.
Still, letting her thoughts wander had its benefits.
She thought of Cheng Yu—of how this two-meter-tall Witch could transform into a giant dragon.
That provided tons of security. Depending on a giant dragon's weight, Jiang Han tentatively set the figure at eight tons—the weight of a somewhat skinny adult Black Dragon.
Mentor Cheng Yu can provide me with a full eight tons of courage... Jiang Han muttered inwardly. Feeling somewhat reassured, she moved closer to Cheng Yu's side and hummed a tune with a little more cheer.
Her liveliness drew Cheng Yu's attention. The elite Witch swept her with an inscrutable gaze.
That look probably meant, What a lively little girl.
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