"Roar!"
The Flying Head opened its giant mouth and bit down fiercely at the back of Xiaojin's smooth long neck.
"Nice!"
The old ghost woman hid herself in the black fog and was elated to see how things turned out. This ignorant little girl had picked up the Thunder Technique from god-knows-where and managed to put her in such a tight corner. She now had a stomach full of anger that was just waiting to be vented out.
She had made this Flying Head after painstaking refinement. It had a devouring ability, enabling it to suck dry anything it bit and fuse into the victim.
"Go! Go!"
Thumping her wooden stick repeatedly on the ground, she prompted the head. That giant mouth had opened to its maximum, squeezing everything else on that head to the upper half of the face, which looked horrendous. The teeth then sank into the neck.
"Bang!"
"What? That's impossible!"