I Caught Her, She’s Mine

The faith value was quickly depleted, and the Enchantress finally stopped struggling.

Gasping for breath, she stared at the two people in front of her with vicious eyes.

Observing her reaction, Luke asked, "Is this really effective? How long will it last?"

Tony was also studying the material in front of him. He said casually, "As long as it's under control and the module isn't damaged, it should be able to run normally for three to five years. However, the mental signals she gets will be completely out of whack, including those for sh*tting and eating, so, you know."

Luke's nose twitched, but he didn't smell any sh*t. "It seems that a witch doesn't need to eat or sh*t."

Tony said, "She's lucky."

As they spoke, a helicopter's searchlights came sweeping over.

From the moment the Enchantress was caught, the fog had dissipated at a swift rate.

The only thing left now was a faint mist.

A group of people had already run over.