The Worm Witch was silent, his expression grave. The air in the house was so oppressive it was suffocating.
After a long moment, just as the Beastman was about to suffocate and pass out, the oppressive aura from the Worm Witch suddenly vanished.
The Beastman looked as if he had just crawled out of the water, his entire body drenched. The ground where he knelt was soaked dark with his sweat.
A tightness in his chest made him gasp for air. His heavy panting drew a glance from the Worm Witch, who sneered as if mocking the Beastman's incompetence.
"They weren't in the Polar Forest for long, and their numbers haven't decreased at all. This means the people from the Super Tribe failed to get the four tribes of the Polar Forest under control.
So..."
The Worm Witch's narrow eyes squinted, a sinister curve forming on his lips. "Take a few of our tribesmen and scout towards the Yan Yan Tribe. Don't follow them too closely."
