"What are you making such a fuss about?"
The Accountant pressed down hard, grinding his foot back and forth over him.
Ao Donglai's chest constricted, his limbs utterly limp and powerless. He could only glare at him with hatred-filled eyes.
Suddenly, the hailstorm falling from above was swept through by a bloody wind, transforming in an instant into blood jade that filled the sky.
The big-headed monster that had spat out the hailstorm coughed up blood. At first, no one paid it any mind—until the heavens turned red.
"You're injured? How did we only notice now?"
A Calamity Bewitcher lurking nearby and drifting through the surroundings asked with concern.
The big-headed monster coughed as he spoke. "What injury? I've merely improved too quickly lately, so my blood is overflowing, that's all. Blood overflow!"
As he explained, his coughing worsened. Then he suddenly jolted, his eyes bulging as his enormous head caved in, as though an invisible fist had smashed it inward.
The other Calamity Bewitchers were stunned and hurried over to inspect his wound.
The Calamity Bewitchers present were the finest among the Bewitcher Queen's one hundred and eight adopted sons. There were few in the world capable of severely injuring them; even the threat of a half-saint was hardly serious.
The big-headed monster touched the wound on his head, his gaze blank. "When was I injured? I... I!"
As he tried to recall, brain matter poured from the wound, boiling like thoroughly cooked porridge.
His thoughts collided and his mind churned. The big-headed monster's words came out in fragments, with the beginning failing to match the end, growing ever more chaotic.
"Enough!"
A voice rang out. It was none other than Zai Bo, foremost among the seven eldest brothers.
Zai Bo examined the wound and reached a conclusion. "It's