Although possessing considerable poison resistance, when facing the Poison Witch Race warrior's mount—the Malarial Tiger, it was still useless. He could only rely on poison to counteract poison.
After cutting down several villagers who tried to attack him, the Poison Witch Race warrior climbed onto the Malarial Tiger's back. The poisonous mist on the tiger was inhaled into his body, and the warrior's strength instantly surged by fifty percent, his eyes glowing green.
With his enhanced strength, the Poison Witch Race warrior rushed towards the shaman, the bone knife in his hand raised high, slashing heavily down as he shouted, "Die!"
The shaman lifted his staff, wielding it like a hammer, and struck it towards the oncoming Poison Witch Race warrior, paying no heed to the warrior's increased strength.
The instant he struck out, the shaman's consciousness stalled, feeling his body lose control as all power disappeared from the root staff.
