"Who are you?"
Xiaohongmao looked up at her, gripping her Magic Wand a bit tighter, and asked with an expressionless face.
"Good question, who, am, I, indeed?"
The Sloth Witch elongated her tone, speaking slowly with her hands on her cheeks. Her pale face suddenly flushed with excitement.
"A witch?"
"Correct, a witch."
In the next instant, she lifted her whip-like Magic Wand and smacked it against the ground, creating a noise. Near Xiaohongmao, rows of Ghost Light Tentacles shimmering with a ghastly white light appeared.
In the darkness, the eerie glow was particularly frightening. Almost instantly, those tentacles reached out towards Xiaohongmao's body, trying to bind her tightly.
