The black hair dragged the monster and the woman into its midst simultaneously, like a vast ocean of black suspended in midair, sealing off the blood-colored world. Those outside had no way of seeing what was happening within.
"Leave them to it!"
Xiong Qing, on the other hand, was in a terrible state. Dr. Gao had drained every last blood thread from the blood-colored world. Xiong Qing could no longer draw any aid from it — his home-field advantage had evaporated.
Hearing Chen Ge's shout,
The boy had no choice now. If he didn't help Chen Ge, then after Dr. Gao killed Zhang Ya, he would undoubtedly be the next target.
He stole a glance back at that endless expanse of black hair, and a flicker of fear crossed his eyes. But if he helped Chen Ge take down Dr. Gao, he worried Zhang Ya would simply dispose of him afterward as well.
He lamented his own weakness — he was practically an embarrassment to the red-clothed. At this point there was no better option. He could only give everything he had to help Chen Ge. At the very least, he needed to project an air of fearlessness in the face of death, hoping Chen Ge might put in a good word for him when the time came.
"I was out of my mind back then! Why on earth did I tell him devouring a red-clothed was the fastest way to become one?"
Xu Yin and Xiong Qing exchanged wound for wound in a fight that cared nothing for survival. Men Nan circled nearby looking for openings to strike, while the other haunted house employees closed in as well.
The pressure on Xiong Qing grew heavier by the moment. His injuries were no fewer than Xu Yin's, and the scarred half of his body had already reached the verge of collapse.
"Don't give him a chance to breathe! Finish this now!" Chen Ge's killing intent was absolute. Xiong Qing had tried to harm him multiple times — he would show no mercy.
In Chen Ge's eyes, Xiong Qing was the key to breaking the deadlock. As long as Xu Yin could devour Xiong Qing, his side would hold an overwhelming advantage.
Chen Ge had always been better at wearing an opponent down through superior numbers rather than fighting one-on-one. He clutched his manga volume, constantly scanning for an opportunity.
Xiong Qing knew Chen Ge all too well. Being targeted by that man meant no good end — whether you were human or ghost. That man was practically the embodiment of misfortune and calamity. The only way to find peace was to kill him, tear him apart completely.
The horde of ghosts pressed in from all sides, and Xiong Qing's wounds mounted. He felt as though he had fallen into the midst of a wolf pack.
What made it even more infuriating was that these ghosts had no code of honor and no bottom line. They executed ambushes and hit-and-run tactics to perfection, targeting the blind spots in his defenses with ruthless precision.
"Too slow! Don't hold back!"
Chen Ge urged again and again. Finally, Men Nan stopped hiding himself.
His body gradually dissolved into the blood fog from the Third Ward, concealing himself behind
Several fierce ghosts were swatted away by Xiong Qing's winged half, which had been transformed into blood wings. Bai Qiulin seized the moment and leaped high into the air, his jaws snapping toward Xiong Qing's throat.
His speed wasn't particularly fast — nothing close to Xiong Qing's. By the time he closed in, Xiong Qing had already reacted. Blood threads intertwined to form a sharp spike, shooting toward Bai Qiulin.
Just before the spike could pierce Bai Qiulin's body, a wisp of blood fog slipped past the spike, threading through the gap, and enveloped Xiong Qing's head.
"What a nuisance."