Chen Ge's voice seemed to possess some kind of magical power, and words became a weapon even sharper than a knife. In the dark forest, the air stilled to the point that it formed a suffocating barrier, strands of black hair dangled down from the treetop, and the blood vessels on the ground weaved together. Based on some unique rules, when the skull in the tree hole spotted the shadow, a flash of confusion crossed her eyes that were pupil-less.
"Don't hesitate! Any hesitation is a waste of time that we can use to escape! Do you wish to cancel out our hope with your own hands?" Holding the nails with both hands, Chen Ge stood behind the shadow. "No matter what happens, I'll face it with you!"
The shadow, which was originally smaller than Chen Ge, was now three meters tall. The resentment and hatred gathered in his heart was evoked by Chen Ge. His hands morphed into claws, and a beast-like roar escaped from his throat.
