The silhouette of the Eight-Armed Skeleton fell into the eyes of the Witch Demon Elder, and it suddenly appeared extremely large.
The Witch Demon Elder slowly exhaled a breath, realizing that not provoking the Eight-Armed Skeleton before and letting it move freely was indeed the wisest choice. Otherwise, the arm that was just blown off might not have been Tin Wood's, but his.
Now it's good, the rewards for good deeds have come.
Although he didn't know why the Eight-Armed Skeleton had become so strong, nor the extent of its strength, one thing was certain, it could definitely defeat Tin Wood.
Then next, he could just watch the show.
"Humph!"
The Witch Demon Elder curled his lips, casting a sidelong glance at Tin Wood.
Tin Wood had reluctantly recovered from the shock of losing an arm, glancing at the Eight-Armed Skeleton before looking towards the Witch Demon Elder and asking, "What's this thing?"
