The witch thought I am a Demon God

A male witch asked the Spirit of the Tides, clearly confused, "A Fishman?"

"The Fishman families of the Witch Graveyard and Cross Island have all agreed to a truce, with at least a hundred and fifty years left until it ends. Why have you broken the signpost leading to the Witch Graveyard?"

The Fishman of the Tides staggered a few steps forward before speaking haltingly, "I... am not... a Fishman..."

"I am... your... Death God..."

Acquiring a physical body significantly enhanced the intelligence of the Spirit of Tides, boosting it approximately to the level of a ten-year-old human child. His speech still wasn’t fluent, though.

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This intelligence surpassed that of nearly all animals, which was within the Hearthstone Witch’s expectations. Otherwise, she would not have offered her personal stash to help the Spirit of Tides acquire a body.

Three male witches prepared to attack and cast their Splitting, Explosive, and Resistance curses.

However, the Spirit of the Tides moved faster, darting around so quickly that the three spells missed him entirely.

In the blink of an eye, he was behind the three witches. He leaped into their midst and thrust his Lightning Sword into the heart of one with the speed of lightning. Then, he struck another in the chest with the other end of his trident, the one who had tried to deliver the Explosive Curse against him.

Instantly, the chest of the second witch turned into a block of ice.

Within less than 30 seconds, this male witch was recoiling in agony while stammering out, "You’re not a Fishman... Fishmen aren’t this fast on land..."