The wind roared.
The black robe fluttered but it was already tattered, letting the gray and shriveled body that had been covered by it be exposed.
The witch standing among the scattered bones kept silent.
It seemed that he was thinking about something.
He seemed to be stunned by Edgar who raised his ax sword not far away.
It was also as if he was confused that his perception power had been reduced several times in a series of attacks just now.
However, these questions could not hinder the witch's actions for long.
"Hahaha! Interesting! Interesting! Someone forced the great Rogoff to this point! It's really interesting!"
The broken face of the witch emitted a burst of black smoke, looking ferocious and terrifying.
However, his shabby and discomfited appearance now looked somewhat funny.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
The wand in Rogoff's hand shook. And a strong vibration immediately erupted from the underground.
"Rumble!"