"Abyssal Witch?" Ling Feng's heart tensed. Over the past six months, he had heard far too many rumors about the Abyss—starting from the Abyssal Demon sealed atop Mount Everest to Hell's Gate, and now, standing before him, this Abyssal Witch!
Ling Feng's heart was filled with wariness. Although he was slowly coming to terms with the existence of the Abyssal Plane, he still couldn't fathom why beings from the Abyss were showing up here.
"I am not some so-called Successor!" Ling Feng said coldly. "You've got the wrong person!"
The Abyssal Witch licked her lips, her eyes flashing with a seductive and malicious smile. To be frank, her current appearance was drenched in raw sensuality and untamed allure, an almost irresistible charm.
"I don't make mistakes," the Abyssal Witch replied with a smirk. "Even though the Power of the Abyss within you has yet to awaken, I can smell the scent of our Abyssal Clan from your very being. You are the Successor I've been seeking!"
