At the Salt Witch's sigh, all the witch's joy at the thought of being healed vanished in an instant, like a popped bubble.
She didn't know how deathly pale her face had become. She just quickly reached out and grabbed the witch who had always been so kind and gentle with her.
"Witch, my leg... I just slammed my leg, that's all. It's only an injury! Your witch power is so strong. You can definitely heal me, right?"
When Yuan Lang threw her, her body was caught by the Scorpion Tribe's Beastman Warriors, but her legs had slammed against a rock.
Perhaps the impact had injured her then, but because the Beastman Warriors carried her on their backs afterward, she hadn't noticed.
But now, the witch stared at the wound on her calf, which had been wrapped in Beast Skin. It was a purplish-black gash, and it reeked. Hatred and fear churned within her, and her heart could find no peace.
