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Listening to Wu Song's slow and leisurely words, not just the Wugong Clan Chief, even Hu Ma was dumbfounded.
What the hell is this Great Evil Spirit, a freaking Madman...
His heart even trembled slightly. I told you not to slack off and do something serious, but I didn't ask you to create such a massive disaster...
As he thought, he couldn't control himself. His heart pounded as he glanced into the forest outside the valley. As the silhouette of the Witch God they had worshipped disintegrated, the group of Witches slowly revealed themselves.
They knelt in various parts of the forest. The residual Mana from worshipping the Witch God persisted and, due to some kind of fear, was eager to draw something from these Witches.
But it couldn't obtain anything.
These Witches, who had been constantly kowtowing, suddenly froze. As the gentle, soothing flute music of Monkey Wine played, their already pale faces lost even more color, and their eyes turned hollow one by one.
