"Yang Tian, it's useless!" Wang Lingzhan saw right through Yang Tian's struggle: "What you're doing is pointless; the only chance is to join forces against the witch. Even if you can't kill her, we can take the opportunity to escape. Make your move, Yang Tian. You can use the Holy Sword to break the witch's arrogance!"

"Use the Holy Sword to break the spirit?"

Yang Tian glanced at the Holy Sword in his hand and shook his head.

Rather than fighting the witch to the death, it might be better to voluntarily hand over the Soul Garment.

With that thought, Yang Tian quickly said, "Witch, I only borrowed your Soul Garment for a while. I'll return it to you now, and we can mind our own business!"

"No need, I only want to kill you all and reclaim the Soul Garment!"

The witch said coldly.

"You're so cruel!"

Yang Tian clenched his fist tightly.

A surge of anger rose within him. The witch wanted him dead, and he would never let her have it easy.

But facing the witch head-on only had one outcome: death.

The only hope was to use strategy.

Suddenly, Yang Tian thought of the peerless beauty inside the ice crystal coffin.

This peerless beauty was the witch's true form. Finding the weakness on her body would allow him to attack the witch, wouldn't it?

Previously, Yang Tian found the beauty's pleasure point, making the witch completely weak.

Now, Yang Tian needed to find her weakness!

With that in mind, Yang Tian quickly planted the Holy Sword into the ground and then ran his Divine Sense to open his Dantian, linking with the Holy Sword, allowing the Spiritual Breath from within to constantly flow into the sword.

After doing all this, Yang Tian pulled his soul out and entered the Weed Ring.

Once a soul leaves the body, the person becomes extremely vulnerable.

If the soul doesn't return in time, the person will die.

So, Yang Tian quickly entered the Weed Ring, opened the ice crystal coffin, and swiftly draped the Soul Garment on the peerless beauty.

Looking at this exquisite body, it was hard for Yang Tian to imagine that it was the form of a powerful, terrifying, and cold witch.

"Witch, you slapped the hell out of me, now you'll suffer!"

Yang Tian wasn't a gentleman.

He lunged at the beauty in the coffin, taking advantage of the time to do his work.

Of course, the time was short, and he couldn't enjoy it; he just wanted the witch to suffer a bit.

Meanwhile, Yang Tian ran his Divine Sense to find the witch's weakness on her body.

To deal with the witch, he had to find her weakness.

Soon, Yang Tian discovered a charming little belly button on the witch's abdomen, glowing with a red light. Upon careful observation, he found it to be the witch's weakness.

"Ah, witch, I finally found your weakness!"

Yang Tian laughed.

Yang Tian seized the moment to study, quickly finding that with the Soul Garment on the witch's body, it absorbed her scent. Driven by Yang Tian, the scent rushed into the witch's navel, and instantly, a bright light exploded from the witch's body.

Seeing this, Yang Tian excitedly said, "Witch, I know how to attack you now!"

Boom!

A rumbling sound erupted from outside.

Yang Tian's Spiritual Breath boiled within him; he knew the witch was attacking him again, not only his body but even his soul was boiling.

"Witch, next time I'll kill you!"

Yang Tian knew this was the witch attacking his Protective Array.

This Array wouldn't hold for long.

So Yang Tian jumped into the ice crystal coffin and, through the Soul Garment, did the witch's true form hard.

Whether it was because the witch's soul was outside, her body was flushed, sweating, and releasing an aroma, all of which was absorbed by the Soul Garment.

After finishing everything, Yang Tian took the Soul Garment and emerged from the Weed Ring.

When his soul returned, Yang Tian opened his eyes.

Within him, a surge of Spiritual Breath boiled, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Big brother..."

The painful voice of Wang Yue sounded in his ear; Yang Tian turned to see Wang Ying and the other two women pressed to the ground.

"Witch, if you have anything, come at me!" Yang Tian shouted coldly, waving his hand, and the Soul Garment flew out to the witch: "I'm returning your Soul Garment. Didn't you want to know why the garment restored mana? It's because it contains your scent!"

"Oh?"

The witch caught the Soul Garment.

"Die!"

Suddenly, Yang Tian gave a cold shout, and using all the Spiritual Breath in his body, he grasped the Holy Sword for a final strike.

The strike rushed towards the witch at lightning speed.

"Yang Tian, are you using all your Spiritual Breath to fight me?" The witch laughed; she calmly waved her hand, putting on the Soul Garment. Rather than dodge, she allowed the Holy Sword to strike her.

Boom!

A roaring sound echoed.

The Holy Sword struck the witch, but all its power was absorbed by the Soul Garment.

The witch gently held the Holy Sword: "That's the terror of the Soul Garment. It can block any attack. Yang Tian, your final blow had no effect. Today, you're destined to die here..."

Yang Tian lay exhausted on the ground.

"Big brother..."

Wang Yue and the two other women felt the approach of death.

Even Wang Lingzhan couldn't help saying, "Yang Tian, you used every ounce of strength for one blow, but it's not enough against the witch!"

"Oh, really?"

A smile appeared on Yang Tian's pale face.

Suddenly, he squeezed his hand.

Crack!

A rumbling echoed from the Soul Garment on the witch, followed by a surge of electricity flowing through her, violently shaking her body. In that moment, the witch flushed all over.

"Yang Tian, what's happening? Wait, did you use all your strength to make me wear the Soul Garment?"

The witch coldly remarked.

"Smart!" Yang Tian's lips curled into a cold smile: "Witch, do you think I'd stupidly fight you to the death? I wanted you to wear the Soul Garment, and today, I'll make you understand pain!"

With that, Yang Tian pressed his hand.

Whoosh!

The Soul Garment on the witch ignited fiercely.

A icy flame surged from around the Soul Garment towards the witch's belly button.

In that moment, the witch stiffened, feeling sensations she had never felt before—passion, pain, pleasure, torment, and weakness. She looked at Yang Tian with his cold smile and suddenly laughed: "Yang Tian, I've never seen such a ruthless and cold smile from you before. I must say, I finally regard you more highly, but killing me won't be that easy!"

"Oh, really? But I find it easy, because I know your weakness, in your belly button!"

Yang Tian said coldly.

Hearing this, the witch's face changed...