"Ah... Ah!!!"
Magong Tong's legs were trembling, and her voice had twisted with fear.
But even so—
Magong Tong lowered her head, closed her eyes, and with all her might, charged towards the adversary.
Her remaining strength was scant, and escaping was no longer possible.
She only hoped that this collision might exhaust even a bit... just a tiny bit of the vengeful spirit's hatred.
Even if it was just a tiny bit of hatred, she thought she might have helped Beichuan.
Because Magong Tong had already summoned all her courage.
The Iron Hammer Vengeful Spirit was swinging viciously towards the left side of her head while a metal spike aimed directly at her eye…
Perhaps it was the clarity of impending death, but Magong Tong could see everything with startling clarity.
Thump!!!!
That was the sound of the hammer crushing flesh.
Magong Tong stared dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before her, stumbling and tumbling to the ground.
"Be, Beichuan?"
She cried out unconsciously.
