Faced with Li Ang's question, the Forest Witch was momentarily at a loss for words. From her expression, she seemed to desperately want to find a hole to crawl into.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Li Ang said, "Hmm?" The witch instantly felt the forest, which should have been peaceful and tranquil, showing her immense malice.
Tree roots, branches, fallen leaves, vines, moss... Every part of the forest seemed to grow pairs of eyes, silently staring at the witch with cold, shadowy gazes.
The air felt as if it had solidified—oppressive and quiet. She could not feel the forest's affinity, and the witchcraft she relied on was completely uncastable.
This despair, as if being abandoned and detested by the world, this was... the suppression from a high-ranking Transcendent.
A Magician? A Druid? Or an agent of a Deity's will, matching that Eastern Monk of his?
