"Gulp." Li Long swallowed hard while clutching his wound. He felt something was off; things seemed to be spiraling in an unimaginable direction.
After finishing her drawing, Anna carefully checked it over. Tossing her Finger Tiger aside, she began to chant the Sacrificial Spell in a deep voice.
Li Long stealthily edged backwards, intending to leave the concentric circle. Although he didn't know what was happening, it definitely didn't look like anything good.
But his movements quickly caught Anna's attention. She abruptly stopped her chant, grabbed a glass ashtray nearby, and fiercely smashed it onto his head. Accompanied by a dull thud, Li Long's head bled profusely and he collapsed into the pool of blood, uncertain if he was alive or dead.
After giving his wound a simple treatment to keep him from bleeding out, Anna resumed chanting the Sacrificial Spell.
The clock on the wall ticked away, with time passing second by second as Anna's deep voice echoed throughout the room.
