"System, use 'Skill Card: Enslavement'!"
A string of profound, intricate incantations appeared in Russell's mind. The words were manageable—he could barely understand them—but many of the symbols lay beyond his comprehension. It did not matter if he did not recognize them. After using the Skill Card, he easily recited the obscure characters.
The casting time was somewhat long. Russell could not count how many characters he had recited. His mental power began connecting with the Witch's, forcibly breaking through her mental defenses from a superior position.
At the same time, he used the blade beneath the barrel of Desert Eagle · Heavenly God to cut a small wound in his palm, letting blood drip toward the Witch's forehead.
The Witch had been in a daze, but the instant her mental defenses were breached, her consciousness began to clear. Since the Enslavement skill had been obtained from her, she knew exactly what she would face if this continued.
Invisible mental power held the blood in place, suspending it in midair.
The Witch began to resist. Her Magic Power had scattered and could not be gathered for the moment, while her mind and body had already been separated. Her resistance was sustained entirely by sheer willpower.
Most of her mental power had dispersed. She mobilized the small remaining portion, pushing back against Russell's mental power.
An Old Zombie was still an Old Zombie. The Witch could not be killed—at least, whoever had chosen to seal her did not know how to kill her. Apart from her vast knowledge of spells, her mental power far exceeded the limits of humanity.
Even though it was only a portion of her mental power, Russell found it difficult to contend with her as she fought with all her strength.
Russell was secretly alarmed. The Witch had