Zheng’s strength was gradually disappearing. His eyelids felt heavier and heavier. Hopelessness started to fill his heart.
Strength, Qi, and stamina were all disappearing; he even felt that his life energy was disappearing. His consciousness was fading away for every second that passed. It wasn’t until now that he got a clearer look of the woman. Her body was made out of numerous faces in pain. The faces of those that were killed by her.
Zheng’s vision was going out of focus. He felt as if his spirit was being pulled out of his body by that pale hand. His sense of danger had reached an extreme, as if he was going to die in the next second. Suddenly he felt he heard a boom. A stream of hot energy gushed out from his head then repelled the pale hand. This energy had corrosive properties and also lit the hand on fire. The ghost on Zheng’s back was shortly burned into nothingness.
