At the Salt Witch’s sigh, all the witch’s joy at the thought of being healed vanished in an instant, like a popped bubble.

She didn’t know how deathly pale her face had become. She just quickly reached out and grabbed the witch who had always been so kind and gentle with her.

"Witch, my leg... I just slammed my leg, that’s all. It’s only an injury! Your witch power is so strong. You can definitely heal me, right?"

When Yuan Lang threw her, her body was caught by the Scorpion Tribe’s Beastman Warriors, but her legs had slammed against a rock.

Perhaps the impact had injured her then, but because the Beastman Warriors carried her on their backs afterward, she hadn’t noticed.

But now, the witch stared at the wound on her calf, which had been wrapped in Beast Skin. It was a purplish-black gash, and it reeked. Hatred and fear churned within her, and her heart could find no peace.

If she couldn’t walk, she would never become the next witch of the Yan Yan Tribe. Even though she possessed witch power, she would be unable to enjoy the supreme rights and status that the current Salt Witch did.

’If that happens, what’s the point of having witch power for a lifetime?’

The Yan Yan Tribe’s Witch was a young woman the witch had brought back. The Salt Witch had never had children of his own, so he doted on her immensely.

To the other tribe members, the witch was always stern and cruel, but a smile would only appear on his face when he was with her.

"I’ll try to heal it first. If it doesn’t work..."

He didn’t finish his sentence, but the witch was clever enough to understand what he meant.

"Save me, please, save me! I don’t want to be someone who can’t walk. I want to inherit your will and protect the entire Yan Yan Tribe. There are so many things I still have to do..."

’I still haven’t gotten my revenge on Yuan Lang, on the Snow Tiger Tribe, on the Polar Forest...’

The Salt Witch raised a hand to pat her head as witch power flickered between his palms. He slowly brought his gaunt, bony hands toward the purplish-black wound. A searing pain coursed through her leg, as if her very flesh were being corroded.

But she clenched her jaw tightly and said nothing. As long as her leg could be healed, she could endure any amount of suffering.

The Salt Witch was also feeling a bit anxious himself. Although the young woman he’d brought back had a somewhat domineering personality, she possessed the rare aptitude of a Worm Witch.

Because his own Attack Power wasn’t strong, the Yan Yan Tribe had never been able to expand into other territories, despite controlling the salt trade on the Red Flame Plain.

And the few Witch Disciples in the tribe had all awakened supportive-type witch power, which also lacked much Attack Power.

"That’s enough..."

The Salt Witch wearily withdrew his witch power.

"My witch power doesn’t have enough Life Energy, so I can only temporarily contain your injury. If you want to be fully healed, you’ll need to find a witch with powerful Life Energy to treat you."

"A witch with powerful Life Energy..."

the witch murmured.

"But Witch, the witch of the Scorpion Tribe is also a Worm Witch."

As a Worm Witch herself, she knew better than anyone that while a high-rank Worm Witch might have some healing abilities, it was nothing compared to a witch who possessed Healing Witch Power.

"Will I... will I never be able to stand again?"

’If I can’t inherit the position of the Yan Yan Tribe’s witch, then for every person I’ve offended in the past, there’ll be someone waiting to laugh at my downfall, or even try to kill me...’

Her body trembled violently.

’No... I don’t want to live a life like that...’

"Witch! Witch! Where can I find a witch with healing-type witch power? I’ll go beg him to treat me. I can’t lose my legs."

Seeing the undisguised panic on her face, the Salt Witch shook his head in disappointment before sternly snapping, "What are you panicking for!"

Scolded by the witch who had always been so kind to her, the witch felt a mix of surprise and indignation. "Witch..."

"For the next few days, I’ll use my witch power to stabilize your wound. In a few days, Messengers from a super great tribe will be here. I will ask the Lord Witch in their party to treat you."

It was as if the witch, who had been sinking into a dark abyss of despair, was suddenly lifted out of that filthy, foul-smelling pit by a pair of strong hands.

In an instant, she came back to life. "Messengers from a super great tribe..."

"Witch, will the Messengers from the super great tribe bring a Lord Witch with healing-type witch power?"

The Salt Witch took a piece of fruit from a Beastman beside him. His deep eyes glanced at the anxious young woman before him. "Among the super great tribes, the teams that come out each year to select the gifted are always accompanied by powerful Lord Witches—and not just one."