After finishing her sentence, Zhong Niangyao grabbed the black fireball in her hand and walked step by step towards Master Zeng, her face adorned with a radiant smile. In any other setting, this might have been captivating.
But under these circumstances, Master Zeng felt nothing but creepiness, his heart filled with dread.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
His trembling voice revealed the fear within him. He had a vague idea of what Zhong Niangyao intended to do, but he dared not believe it. Yet, the mere thought of that possibility filled him with endless fear.
He wanted to escape, but the moment he had unleashed the Hundred Ghosts Grudge, he had suffered backlash. Now, he was losing too much blood, and every inch of his bones ached. In his current state, he couldn't even muster the strength to move a half-step.
All he could do now was slump to the ground, watching as Zhong Niangyao drew closer and closer until she stopped in front of him.
