Chapter 533: How Did It Die?

"Did it succeed?"

"You're asking me, who am I supposed to ask?"

"Shh, keep your fucking voices down. What if the monster isn't dead!"

Amidst the ruins, a group of people who had wanted to leave but fainted due to Isabel's appearance woke up one after another after some time.

Although Isabel's battle with the witches caused some people to sleep here forever, there was still a portion of people who survived but couldn't leave.

In order not to be 'put to sleep' again, this group of people all hid in corners where others couldn't see them.

It wasn't until a loud bang, and the world returned to peace, that someone dared to make a sound.

"Why don't you go take a look."

"Why don't you go!"

"If you don't go, I won't go either."

"Alright, is this the time to bicker? Look at the situation."

"I heard women's voices, and more than one."

"Then that should be the witches' voices. So maybe that monster has already been killed?"

"Forget it, I'll go see what's going on."

Seeing that no one was stepping forward for a long time, one of them finally couldn't hold back.

Although the local customs were tough here due to the geographical environment, that was only within a reasonable range.

For a monster dozens of meters tall, let alone being tough or not.

To use a phrase from the world channel: 'Just standing next to the other party requires a lot of courage'.

So they couldn't blame these cowering guys.

Of course, the inexplicable vomiting and fainting were also one of the reasons.

After all, that kind of attack method was simply too bizarre and impossible to guard against.

"How is it? How is it?"

"Hurry up and tell us."

"Don't dawdle."

After the person who mustered up the courage—or rather, couldn't wait any longer—poked their head out to observe, the people behind immediately asked.

Are you kidding me? This city, which was originally supposed to shelter everyone, had instead become the most dangerous place in the Rolling Thunder Wilderness.

If possible, these people all wanted to transform into evolvers of the Orc race, stretch their legs, and quickly flee this godforsaken place.

"Rush, rush, rush, what the hell are you rushing me for? If you want to know, come look for yourselves. With so much dust and smoke outside, I can't see a damn thing."

The person who poked his head out was a bit angry at being rushed.

Before, when asked to look, they all acted like tortoises pulling their heads into their shells.

Now that he was looking, they were rushing him as if their lives depended on it.

With such a huge cloud of dust rising outside, he couldn't answer anything even if he wanted to.

The key was that they kept rushing him, a whole group of them rushing him.

How could this not make him feel angry?

To be honest, the fact that he didn't just turn around and leave was already treating these brothers in distress very well.

"It fell! That monster fell!"

After waiting for a short while, as the dust cleared, this person finally saw clearly what had happened in the field.

That monster, which they previously didn't even dare to take a second look at, had fallen in a pool of blood.

And the witches were flying in circles around it at a low cruising speed.

It could be seen that some witches weren't flying, but standing on the monster's body, seemingly processing it.

But this had nothing to do with them.

"Let's go, let's go. While the witches are still interested in that monster, we need to leave quickly."

After seeing clearly what was happening outside, this person immediately turned around and left the spot without looking back, leaving only a group of dazed brothers in distress.

Of course, as a human being, he at least didn't forget to give a reminder.

And it was precisely because of this reminder that the crowd, originally in a state of confusion, woke up and then followed him to run away.

Are you kidding me?

Were they going to stay here and wait to die?

One must know that before the monster appeared, that evil Tower Witch had announced that they had thirty minutes to leave.

Now, after a battle, they didn't know how much time had passed.

But once these witches finished dealing with the monster and came back to their senses, they definitely wouldn't spare them.

After all, the witches of the Witch Race always kept their word.

Saying they would let you leave was giving you face. If you didn't want face, then they would definitely help you get it.

Moreover, in this battle, or rather, in this live broadcast, they couldn't even be considered extras.

Since that was the case, why run out and add extra scenes for themselves?

Wasn't that purely seeking death?

Compared to these people, the questions in the minds of those who had been watching the sky screen were even more serious.

For the people 'at the scene', actually not many felt a sense of reality about this battle besides the witches.

After all, they either ran away or fainted, so it was hard to have a sense of reality.

Therefore, the onlookers watching the drama from outside the field instead had a far deeper understanding of this battle than the people at the scene.

Not to mention anything else, just the fact that the witches could smoothly fight such a colossal beast was something many teams and organizations didn't possess.

Another point was the witches' combat style of throwing money around.

Those potions, rune stones, enchanted physical attack items, magic attack scrolls, and so on.

Any consumable they could think of was thrown out by the witches as if splashing water.

Watching this made their eyelids twitch involuntarily.

One must know that they would save on things like rune stones and potions as much as possible.

As for things like enchanted physical attack items and magic attack scrolls, they were even rarer.

For a team to have three to five such items or two or three magic scrolls was already considered very good.

Describing the witches' combat style as extravagant seemed a bit pale.

Apart from some large races with wealth and resources, even the Supreme Council couldn't replicate it.

After all, the Supreme Council, to put it bluntly, was just an alliance of councilors.

They were still scheming against each other internally; wanting them to pool their resources together was simply an idiot's daydream.

Of course, the most important thing was the final scene of the battle.

The attack on Lan Qingyou, detaching from its own tumor, made everyone completely unable to understand.

It wasn't that they couldn't understand the 'bamboo pole's' counterattack, but rather they couldn't understand Lan Qingyou's attack.

They just saw the bamboo pole fly up, then pause, and then smash heavily onto the ground and die directly.

Why did this happen?

How did it die?

This question lingered in the minds of the crowd.

Especially those guys who thought of themselves as targets of the Tower Witch's revenge were even more baffled.

The phrase 'the Witch Race is very strong' had been said by countless people an unknown number of times.

But every time they appeared in a major event, people would discover that the Witch Race was still growing and still getting stronger.

And this speed was ridiculously fast.

Their methods of getting stronger were also endless.

This made them not know where they had to go next to dispel this terrifying atmosphere.

Finally, the answer they came up with.

Sure enough, running into dungeons like those small fries from before was still the optimal solution.

After all, the Karim Continent could no longer accommodate them.

As long as the witches were hunting them down for one day, they wouldn't have a day of peace.