Time passed by second by second.
The battle with the Witch's Night lasted longer than Fang Zheng had imagined. Calculating by time, they started battling the Witch's Night around one in the afternoon, but now it's already eleven at night, and there's still no sign of the fight stopping.
"I say, can this thing really be killed?"
Anzu stepped back to wipe off her sweat, and Kyoko quickly handed over bread and water. Anzu hurriedly grabbed the bread, quickly ate it in a few bites, then drank a bottle of cola, and stared intently at the shadow in the distance with a serious expression.
"Why do I feel like this thing has an undying body? No matter how we hit it, it just revives. Is there some kind of trick?"
Anzu's question wasn't without reason. In fact, until now, they had already eliminated this witch nearly fifteen times, yet it still resurrected.
Even in a game, if a boss dies this many times without progressing, you can be sure there's a problem.
"Keep holding it off."
