"So this is the Desert Witch? Such a weak blood Qi fluctuation..."
Renwo Kuang muttered to himself, his tone tinged with disappointment.
Standing next to him, the muscle zombie stared at Huazhu, showing no surprise or contempt. Its fists clenched tightly, ready for battle.
"Huazhu, this is a formidable enemy."
"You don't need to hold back in this fight, do everything within your power to defeat him."
The voice echoed softly around the training room.
The Sandstorm Witch, who was still unsure of her situation, let her gaze drift as she contemplated for a moment.
The next instant, a fierce white wind erupted, powerfully stirring up the desert sand. It swept across her skin like a draped silk robe.
Renwo Kuang's eyes widened as his eyebrows twitched.
In the storm where wind and sand intertwine, most of the Desert Witch's figure was hidden.
Only her dim pupils were visible, no longer murky and gloomy.