"Yang Tian, it's useless!" Wang Lingzhan saw right through Yang Tian's struggle: "What you're doing is pointless; the only chance is to join forces against the witch. Even if you can't kill her, we can take the opportunity to escape. Make your move, Yang Tian. You can use the Holy Sword to break the witch's arrogance!"
"Use the Holy Sword to break the spirit?"
Yang Tian glanced at the Holy Sword in his hand and shook his head.
Rather than fighting the witch to the death, it might be better to voluntarily hand over the Soul Garment.
With that thought, Yang Tian quickly said, "Witch, I only borrowed your Soul Garment for a while. I'll return it to you now, and we can mind our own business!"
"No need, I only want to kill you all and reclaim the Soul Garment!"
The witch said coldly.
"You're so cruel!"
Yang Tian clenched his fist tightly.
A surge of anger rose within him. The witch wanted him dead, and he would never let her have it easy.
