"Xi Ying once said that Spoken Witches are divided into different levels of strength based on their Cultivation Realm," Yuan Ming looked at the withered man, saying.
"So, is there still a chance to fight?" Hua Zhi's eyes lit up slightly.
"I observed his condition and it seems unusual, as he exists symbiotically with the Magic Cloud Tree, which indicates that he is not a true Spoken Witch. Besides, considering the results of the previous attacks, his 'speak and follow' influence is limited to a three-foot radius. There's still a chance to defeat him," Yuan Ming contemplated.
"Then what do you want me to do?" After hearing his analysis, Hua Zhi didn't quite understand but felt there must be some truth to it.
Yuan Ming knitted his brows in silence, thought for a moment, then waved his hand, and the Shura Blood Devouring Map rustled as it unfolded, with Blood Shadow and Hong Ling emerging and flying out at the same time.
