In that instant, Yang Tian stopped.
He didn't know whether to continue killing the witch.
In his mind was the witch's cold face.
Over this period, Yang Tian had been hiding from the witch's relentless pursuit like a rat.
Every time the witch encountered him, she fought fiercely.
He had had enough; he just wanted to hit back hard and destroy the witch's residual soul.
That way, the witch's soul could not be fully restored.
But looking down at the witch's face, full of tenderness and affection, Yang Tian stopped again.
For some reason, he felt the residual soul of the witch had affection for him.
This affection could be seen on her face.
"Continue..."
The witch's residual soul uttered in a tender voice.
Hearing this, Yang Tian felt a ripple in his heart.
Before, he had only dealt with lifeless bodies, but now he was with the living.
Even though it was just a fragment of the witch, the feeling was unprecedented.
