I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

Whoosh! Whip!

The hard, bone whip that resembled the spine of a reptile swung relentlessly towards the rolling Witch, sending out waves of pressurized air. The whip itself didn’t touch the walls of the corridor, but each swing of the whip left indents of different depths on the walls.

Although Lu Yibei could predict the foggy man’s movements, he was simply too fast for her to catch up.

Moreover, within the cramped corridor, unless she wishes to take a gamble and perform risky tricks such as catching the whip with her bare hands, she could only take on a passive stance and dodge with difficulty.

She didn’t want to fling out any spell with no care in the world either. The bone whip struck at her, one lash after another like thunder strikes. Whichever wall had the misfortune of receiving its hit was heavily damaged until fine powder could be seen lingering in the air. She absolutely had no time to use her copper coin to predict the amplification of her next spell.

With no certainty involved, who knows what unexpected situations might occur.

If she unleashes an attack that is accidentally amplified by 50 times, her counterattack might just turn into a kamikaze attack.

She couldn’t even find the opportunity to zip open her guitar bag to throw whatever it is to fight back. If she hesitated even for a second, the burning pains of a whip would be present on her fair skin.

Plus, she did, in fact, try it. Every time she dodged to the side in an attempt to open her guitar bag, the foggy man who lash out his bone whip and hit her on the back of her hand with deadly precision.