Agatha, the Dark Witch

As the woman slowly descended,

her appearance underwent a startling transformation.

By the time she landed not far in front of the two of them, she had become a middle-aged woman in her fifties, dressed in a black robe.

"Who exactly are you?"

Xu Mo watched her warily.

From the looks of it, she seemed to be a witch.

And at the moment, the people he least wanted to face were opponents from the mystical side.

Their methods were bizarre and unpredictable, and he might encounter something he had no way of dealing with.

Seeing Xu Mo's expression, the woman across from him smiled faintly.

"Me?"

"I've lived for so long that I've nearly forgotten my original name. Let me think!"

A nostalgic look appeared on the witch's face.

A moment later, she suddenly came to her senses and spoke excitedly.

"Oh, I remember now. You may call me Agatha!"

"Agatha!"

Xu Mo's expression changed.

Naturally, he was no stranger to Agatha. She could be considered one of the most powerful practitioners of Black Magic in the Marvel universe.

She had later tried to seize Wanda's Chaos Power.

Though she had ultimately failed, that did not diminish the strength of her Black Magic.

"Were all the people who disappeared from this town taken by you?"

"Of course not. More accurately, those lowly vampires did it!"

Agatha shook her head.

"My target was only this little girl!"

"But now, she's no longer of any use to me, because I've found someone more suitable!"

As she spoke, Agatha's gaze fell on Xu Mo. Then, without warning, she attacked.

A ball of black energy shot from her hand toward Xu Mo.

Xu Mo flashed aside to dodge.

At the same time, several flying knives shot out from his body.

The instant he moved, a purple Spatial Gate appeared directly along his path.

Xu Mo had no time to evade it and plunged straight into the Spatial Gate.

Unexpectedly, the gate led only to the very center of the altar a few meters away.

"Not good!"

Xu Mo's expression changed, and he immediately flew toward the edge of the altar.

But Agatha had clearly prepared for this and had no intention of letting him escape. A transparent energy barrier appeared around the altar, enclosing both him and it within.

Xu Mo clenched his fist and struck the barrier with all his strength.

After a violent tremor, a spiderweb-like crack appeared across the barrier.

Yet the crack repaired itself in an instant.

Rather than being alarmed, Agatha was delighted by the sight.

"Just as I thought. Not only does this body possess extraordinary longevity, its physical strength is no weaker than the Hulk's!"

"Once I take this body, I won't have to worry about it aging for centuries, and I'll also make up for the weakness of a witch's body!"

"Good! Good! Hahaha..."

Agatha let out a crazed laugh.

Hearing her words, Xu Mo immediately understood.

Like sorcerers, witches were powerful and possessed endless methods.

But their lifespans did not increase by much because of that.

Even the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, had needed to draw power from the Dark Dimension to extend her life.

Agatha, as a witch, was no exception.

Judging from her words, she clearly could not prolong her life by drawing power from the Dark Dimension as the Ancient One had. Instead, she had chosen another method.

Possession.

"Wait!"

Xu Mo suddenly realized something.

"You mean a woman like you wants to possess a man like me?"

Agatha's laughter stopped.

"Don't worry. Once my soul enters your body, I can reshape your body to look like mine!"

Damn it.

A woman wanted to enter a man's body.

This was completely backwards.

What he could not tolerate most was that she even wanted to remake his body into her own likeness.

Agatha had already begun the possession ritual.

One deep-purple pattern after another on the altar beneath Xu Mo's feet gradually lit up. Agatha slowly floated above the altar, chanting a string of obscure, incomprehensible spells.

Seeing this, Xu Mo stopped holding back.

Earlier, he had cracked the barrier with physical strength alone. With the addition of telekinesis, shattering the protective barrier would not be difficult.

At once, a layer of Powered Armor covered his arm.

Xu Mo shot into the air, his fist carrying hundreds of tons of force as it smashed viciously into the top of the barrier.

A sound like a bubble bursting rang out.

The barrier did not even last half a second before dissolving into purple energy.

Without losing momentum, Xu Mo charged toward Agatha in midair.

Agatha, who had been chanting her spell, clearly had not expected this. A trace of terror appeared on her face as she moved to dodge to the side.

But compared to Xu Mo, she was simply too slow.

In an instant, Xu Mo's fist was about to strike Agatha.

At the critical moment, deep-purple energy surged from Agatha's body, forming another protective barrier around her.

But the barrier shattered almost instantly before Agatha's hopeful eyes.

Xu Mo's fist struck her without obstruction.

"No!"

Amid a shriek, Agatha's aged body exploded directly into a cloud of blood mist.

Before Xu Mo could relax,

a black phantom rushed out from the blood mist.

It plunged directly into the center of Xu Mo's brow.

Where Agatha's body had been, a book radiating black energy slowly floated in the air.

It was clearly the Darkhold Agatha had controlled.

Less than five seconds later,

the Darkhold also transformed into a streak of light, following Agatha into Xu Mo's brow.

The moment Agatha's soul entered Xu Mo's body, his eyes turned vacant.

Having lost control of his body, he fell from the sky.

Fortunately, with his current physical constitution, a drop of merely a dozen meters was nothing.

Even falling from hundreds of meters would not cause him much harm.

After Agatha's body was destroyed, the dark energy covering the entire Main Hall gradually dissipated.

Hill burst through the doors and rushed inside.

Seeing Xu Mo lying on the ground, Hill hurried forward and helped him up.

The young girl hiding to the side also rushed over in a panic to help.

"What happened?"

After checking Xu Mo's breathing, Hill turned and asked the girl beside her.

The girl recounted what had happened in the Main Hall.

After hearing it, Hill's expression changed.

"Damn it, a witch's possession!"

From the girl's account, she instantly understood the situation.

"What do we do? What do we do?!"

Hill, who could remain calm even when facing the most vicious criminals, suddenly became flustered.

She had no experience whatsoever in dealing with these mystical things.