Witch, I'm really not the Deep Sea Ancient God!

He looked into the distance, where a large number of blood-stained petals floated down the river to their feet.

Floral Appearance symbolized surpassing, nature, and art, and related professions often lacked prowess in battle.

As a result, the Black-eyed Captain walked on the water leisurely, as if the situation was firmly in his grip.

The black glove stepped forward:

"Black-eye, are you out of your mind? Showing off at a time like this?

Show some respect, this is the Flower Witch!"

"The Flower Witch?"

The little crow's heart fluttered with excitement and she waved her hands.

As a fellow Pharmacist, the Flower Witch was the grandmother of Witch Sea potion learning.

Her idol!

Since childhood, she grew up listening to stories of the Flower Witch burying a hundred thousand people in the ground.

For a long time, she believed that humans grew out of the soil.

It wasn't until she was fifteen that the little crow learned how humans normally reproduced.

Unfortunately, her current identity didn't allow her to ask the Flower Witch for an autograph.

Moreover, this Flower Witch was only a Third-order, not the legendary Witch.

"Be careful, you guys."

The little crow's dream of getting an autograph collapsed, and with an indifferent attitude, she stood on the rocking boat, continuing her work.

She hadn't yet poured the extracted Black Whale Blood into the glass bottles.

After all, she was a non-Water Walking nurse, hanging around in the back was just fine.

She turned her head, more curious about what cute little Sea Beast was hiding behind the black beard.

The Flower Witch was discovered?

Chen Qi, completely wrapped in black beard, no longer hid his voice but took out his most powerful beast hunting handgun and loaded it.

Among them, the black glove, as a Third-tier Shadow-related profession "Malicious Slanderer," had the strength to fight the Flower Witch to a draw.

Together with the Black-eyed Captain and the little crow, if they fought, it was sure to be a one-sided battle.

If the battle was lost, both the Flower Witch and he could end up as captives of the Black Whale Group.

"There's only so much I can do."

In the darkness, Chen Qi gripped the firearm in his hand.

Although he had developed well, fighting across two ranks was simply unrealistic.

Even the little crow's small fists were more than he could handle.

Moreover, his constitution wasn't sufficient to use the Residual Fire Touch.

The best option was to follow the black beard, using the Water Elf and firearms as support.

The Black-eyed Captain and the black glove stepped across the water, moving towards the Flower Witch.

The wind howled through the black beard, sounding like the clarion call before a battle.

At the end of their vision, a girl covered in blossoms appeared.

She bathed in fresh blood, her withered Magic Wand emitting a series of shrieks like the whispers of monsters, appearing as if she were a forbidden monster that had broken containment.

The blood-red blossoms symbolizing anger bloomed heatedly with the boiling blood beneath her skin.

She plucked the blossoms that blocked her vision from her flesh, revealing her blood-red right eye.

Near the scientific research boat was a pool of red blood.

Beneath the little crow's feet were bucket after bucket of fresh flesh and blood.

The Flower Witch sighed:

"Am I too late..."

Since Chen Qi had not returned, she came out of the crack to search for his whereabouts.

Following the trail with a tracking Spell, she chased all the way here, only to discover pirates lurking nearby.

At that moment, she vaguely felt that Chen Qi had met with misfortune.

Now, seeing the blood-covered little crow, she could almost be sure of it.

Chen Qi, a Chef by profession, had ended up as food on the chopping block.

Although she still had many questions about Chen Qi, he was the first person she had met upon arriving in the Witch Sea.

Such a dashing young man, such a hard-working young man.

He cooked delicious meals, and even commanded a Guardian Beast!

Damn it, she couldn't stand it, was a good person destined to have a gun pointed at them!

It was just right to settle new and old hatreds at once.

Qi, I will avenge you! Anger blazed in the crimson eyes of the Flower Witch:

"Hand over the corpse, and I'll leave you with a complete one."

Corpses? The black glove looked around, the only corpses here were the mutated fish with black blood.

"Hahahahaha!"

With a big laugh, the black glove spread his arms:

"Be grateful, be grateful! I never expected that the legendary Flower Witch would also desire a corpse rich with Black Whale Blood, longing for the way to eternal life."

Though wearing a dark mask, there was an infinite mockery in the black glove's words:

"However, Flower Witch, why are you so angry, did you lose a dear one?"

Crackling!

From the Flower Witch's Magic Wand, red lightning burst forth from the tip.

A basic attack Spell, branching type!

Two bolts of Spiritual Power-formed lightning emitted screeching sounds as they surged towards the black glove.

The high-energy Spell, like countless searing blades, ferociously tore apart his flesh and blood.

Abundant crimson blood gushed from the black glove's body.

The black glove twisted his neck suddenly, making a sound like breaking branches:

"Great, this is just fantastic!"

"Flower Witch, is this all the strength you have? Haven't had your meal? Bring on some more!"

Layer upon layer of black pus sacs pierced through his body, then twisted and converged, forming new flesh.

The Flower Witch gripped her magic wand.

As opposed to the usual circumstance, the black gloves actually withstood the hit with brute force!

Under normal circumstances, a human body, without taking any potions, would absolutely be incapable of such grotesque regeneration.

Her attack did not have the desired effect.

The figure before her in the black gloves was not merely a flow of Qi Power nor armor but an even more formidable and terrifying forbidden school of combat.

"My turn now!"

Endless squirming darkness appeared on the body of the man in black gloves; viscous blood churned, and the tips of his fingers once again bore a pitch-black little snake.

In an instant, the small black snake contorted and swelled, sprouting solid flesh, enlarging nearly a thousand times, like a rapidly inflating balloon creature.

Shadow Serpent. Devour!

The enormous serpent's ferocious head dove down, crashing towards the Flower Witch.

The Flower Witch raised her magic wand, forming a shield with a floral pattern in front of her.

Basic defense spell. Spiritual Power Shield.

The serpent clashed against the shield, sparking and creating a cacophony of hisses.

But in that instant, a blurred silhouette dashed to the side of the Flower Witch and drew a long blade from his waist.

Draw Sword Slash!

Like a demon released from its cage, a long blade was drawn, slashing through the air with a ripping light.

The perception of Spiritual Power by the Black-eyed Captain was weak and mages found it difficult to sense his Qi Power as well.

The Spiritual Power Shield was very effective against spell attacks of the same Spiritual Power makeup.

However, it was significantly less effective against the close combat techniques that used Qi Power to enhance strength and speed.

Third Rank, an incomplete class of Shadow Blade appearance—rogue... The Flower Witch turned her head, her hand wielding the wand swiftly rotating to cross in front of her chest.

Basic melee move. Great Staff Block.

Bang!

Sparks flew!

I can't hold it back, I'm only a pharmacist major with part-time mage knowledge, familiar with some basic spells, the Flower Witch clenched her teeth:

"No choice, I must use this move."

High-order melee spell, On-site Explosion!

In front of the Flower Witch, a surging ball of Spiritual Power violently converged, as if infused with infinite thunder.

Compress, compress, compress!

Until it reached its limit!

Boom!

Their attacks contacted for a moment, like lightning converging, creating a massive explosion that stirred great waves.

Beneath the colossal waves, the three rapidly distanced themselves.

The dust settled.

The Flower Witch wiped the fresh blood from the corner of her mouth, panting heavily.

As a mage, it was fortunate she had learned On-site Explosion.

Otherwise, it would have been troublesome to be cornered by a warrior in close quarters.

The Flower Witch lifted her blood-soaked hand, and once again, blood-red flowers grew on her fair arm.

The Black-eyed Captain got played by her On-site Explosion, his sturdy arm covered in blistering scars.

Of course, the man in black gloves was almost unscathed.

He stood up, as if the outcome of this battle had been preordained, mockingly saying:

"So this is the Flower Witch? Quite a far cry from the witches in legends.

Do you truly deserve to bear this name?"

The Flower Witch knelt, drinking down a vial of dragon's breath potion inflamed with essence blood:

"You'll find out."

The atmosphere among the three was like a hundred tons of gunpowder about to explode.

The probing was over; the next clash would determine victory or defeat.

"They're really going at it."

"Can this Flower Witch make it? Seems more useless than I imagined."

"Quite disillusioning, I feel like even I could be a witch."

The small crow goofing off in the boat set down a glass tube filled with Black Whale Blood, looking for something to eat.

However, as she reached out casually, she touched something soft and springy.

The small crow grasped this little thing, held it in her hands, and examined it closely.

"Wah, wah!"

The deep-sea water elves looked pitifully at the small crow; they never imagined their owner would send them to steal.

The crow tamer paused for a moment, her face turning faintly red as she pinched:

"Where did this little thing come from? It's quite cute..."

So cute!

The crow was momentarily smitten by the deep-sea water elves.

However, the next second, she sensed something amiss.

This group of water elves didn't seem to be wild.

She looked back.

Amidst the black whiskers, a creature covered in them darted about.

This must be the creature that was stirring within the black whiskers just now.

What species is this? A black monkey? The worldly small crow was momentarily stunned.

Then, the next second, the black-whiskered creature pulled out a beast hunting pistol and aimed it at her.

He pulled the trigger.