Seeing that Yuan Lang had his back turned, a flicker of joy flashed in the Beastman's eyes. He reached out and grabbed his tribe's witch by the arm.
'Lady Witch, just hang in there. I'm coming to save you.'
The witch's captured arm trembled, not with the joy of impending rescue, but because of the bizarre, twisted smile on the lips of the Beastman who currently had his head lowered, looking down at her.
The harder the pull on her arm, the deeper the smile on Yuan Lang's lips grew.
It was only when the force on her neck tightened again due to her tribesman's pulling that the witch finally understood the reason for his smile.
She struggled desperately, wanting to turn her head and scream at the Beastman to stop his foolish actions that were about to get her killed.
But the pressure on her neck was so great she couldn't move an inch.
The witch knew she was far too weak right now; she had no way of resisting the Beastman's hold.
