The force capable of lifting an entire building with a thread could twist a person's neck like a twisted towel, at this point, a normal person's neck would have been forcefully snapped, yet he was still able to recklessly rush over!
"Oh?"
The class president's eyebrows lightly raised, her small hand lifted.
More threads fell in droves. A few breaths later, Song Yao's pace finally came to a halt.
However, the power of the Evil Spirit residing in him did not dissipate, the black fog struggled valiantly, climbing up his arms and thighs, gradually covering his entire body, and finally extending over the blade—
It was trying to break free from the thread's restraint.
If an Evil Spirit takes action following the logic it had in life, and the one possessing Song Yao was emitting a murderous intent he had never seen before...
Did this mean that the creature had killed before?
