Standing amidst the mountain of corpses, the Witch Doctor turned his serpent-like cold eyes and looked around.
A gust of wind blew, causing his long hair to dance wildly, stained with blood, solidified together. The paint smeared on his body, the black bloodstains, and the overwhelming demonic aura he emitted exuded a powerful presence.
The crowd circled him from afar, not daring to approach, forming a stalemate for the time being.
"Pfft!" At this moment, a jet of fresh blood suddenly spurted from the Witch Doctor's neck, a wound slicing from the ear all the way to the collarbone, deep enough to see the bone.
Then, Dragon Spike's figure abruptly appeared behind him, with the Sacred Dragon Fang dripping with blood in his hand.
The Witch Doctor's lips twitched, his body swayed slightly, seemingly about to tumble down from the peak of the corpse mountain.
But he barely steadied himself, and immediately swung the wooden Magic Wand in his hand, sweeping it towards the back.
