As the spell was chanted, she suddenly flicked a drop of Finger Blood in the direction of Mr. Yuan.
That drop of blood flew straight ahead and, when it was about one foot in front of Mr. Yuan, vanished in an instant.
Right after, from the ceiling of the room came a clear, crisp ding-dong sound,
and a drop of white liquid fell from above, landing on the Copper Mirror.
The white droplet began to slowly flow across the Copper Mirror, writing out line after line of text.
"Zhou Xuan投入二十二枚Joy Demon Flesh and Blood, all accurate without error,投入the Fire Eye."
"Zhou Xuan投入fourteen Joy Demon Flesh and Blood, all accurate without error,投入the Fire Eye."
"Zhou Xuan…"
These several lines all recorded Zhou Xuan's process of feeding in materials; no matter how many pieces he投入, the outcome was the same—he投入every last bit of flesh and blood into the Fire Eye with a one hundred percent hit rate, without a single mistake.
"Nearly seventy pieces of flesh and blood, not one missed?"
