A Taste of Despair
"What's the matter? Is your summoned spirit too scared to speak?"
Zhang Mian looked at the silent Zhou Mingrui and could not help but mock him. He had no intention of showing any respect at all.
Zhou Mingrui suddenly opened his eyes and a ghostly light flashed across.
Zhang Mian, who had been cocky just a moment ago, suddenly stopped laughing, as if he had just seen something horrifying.
Zhang Mian's perspective.
When Zhou Mingrui opened his eyes, he felt as though his entire body was being crushed by a terrifying gravity. He was momentarily unable to speak.
However, when Zhou Mingrui shifted his gaze, the feeling instantly disappeared, as though it had never existed.
"You're bluffing. Don't end up like that Xiao Shengyun, who' just all talk." Zhang Mian took a deep breath and pretended to be unbothered.
"You'll know soon enough," Yan Wuyue replied coldly.
