“One of the… Ancestor Witches?”

Although Agatha was an old woman who had lived for several hundred millennia, she was flabbergasted when she suddenly heard those words from Stefan. Her eyes widened as she stated intently at him as if she wanted to find out the answer she longed for from his face.

Stefan.

Alex.

“I’ll treat your injuries first!”

He summoned the Phanes Ax from his mind palace.

Agatha’s severed injuries had not healed after so many years. It was not just because of injuries she had received in White Bone City of the Undead Territory at that time. More importantly, her body also contained the restraints after the mysterious storm had blown over. It had sealed an important spiritual root in Agatha’s body. Without the spiritual root, it was naturally difficult to heal her injuries.

“What is this? I sense an incomparable arcane might on its body!” Agatha exclaimed, dumbfounded while looking at the ax in Anderson’s hand.

Anderson

Alex

“This is my treasure,” Anderson said with a smile, looking serious.

Anderson

Alex

the thing that shackles your spiritual root. It may hurt a little, but the pain is only temporary. Endure it, and

long, but she was,

Stefan.

Alex.

head and looked at Stefan. “Are you

Stefan.

Alex.

you having some kind of

Anderson

Alex

was white-haired and had

Anderson

Alex

“Alright! Here I come!”

and the shackle was severed instantly. In that instant, Agatha trembled all over and wanted to scream in pain, but she held back eventually. As expected, she was

Anderson

Alex

Anderson

Alex

This process required time.

about what had happened in the past twenty years and what was

Anderson

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