"Gulp." Clutching his wound, Li Long swallowed hard. He felt something was wrong—things were spiraling in a direction he couldn't have imagined.
After Anna finished drawing the array, she double-checked her work, tossed aside the Finger Tiger, and began chanting the sacrificial spell in a low, grim voice.
Li Long quietly scooted backward, trying to get out of the concentric circles. He didn't know what was happening, but it definitely wasn't anything good.
However, his movement immediately caught Anna's attention. She abruptly stopped chanting, snatched the glass ashtray beside her, and smashed it against his head with a dull thud. Instantly, Li Long's head was split open, and he collapsed in a pool of blood, his fate unknown.
After performing some simple first aid to keep him from bleeding to death, Anna began reciting the sacrificial spell again.
