Thump.
The Chasing Moon Dog slammed heavily onto the desk, its body twitching lightly as crimson blood slowly flowed down the smooth mahogany surface, dripping onto the bluestone-paved ground and pooling into a blood puddle.
Anger surged in Shao Zifeng's heart in an instant, but he quickly suppressed it; after so many incidents, he understood that no matter how angry he was inside, in the face of absolute power, it was nothing but impotent rage.
He did not wipe off the bloodstains on his face; instead, his eyes coldly observed the Nightmare Shadow Servant twisting in the shadows on the floor, his mind racing as he tried to find a way to save himself.
"Hehe, won't you come out yet, always opposing me at every turn..." The Nightmare Shadow Servant flitted beneath the scattered pages on the floor, its voice wandering uncertainly within the room: "Don't you want to save him, hehe..."
Whoosh.