Ron lay sprawled on the ground, utterly bewildered:
How did I become this kind of monster?!
He was terrified, but then realized that his voice had become a shrill, ear-piercing scream. It was exceptionally harsh and unpleasant, exactly like the cries of the Human-faced Lantern and the other things he had heard earlier!
Am I going to become a Human-Faced Candle or Human-faced Lantern too?
Ron did not want such an outcome. He wanted to call for help, but the sound he produced grew sharper and more miserable.
Harry and Hermione watched from the side, their faces deathly pale.
Harry woke up again.
Although Zhu Qingling had blocked the powerful shock wave, he had still been jolted awake from his unconscious state!
At this moment, seeing such a tragic scene,
Harry's heart pounded like a drum, his vision went black, and he was utterly at a loss. He could only pray frantically in his heart:
God Lord, please appear soon. Miss Zhu can't hold on much longer!!
Hermione and the others were praying alongside him.
Hermione had already begun praying when she saw Zhu Qingling being suppressed earlier.
Now, she was still praying.
She realized that aside from praying, she could do nothing at all.
She was dejected and miserable. Her eyes were red, and she bit through her lips so hard that blood dripped onto the ground.
God Lord, please appear soon.
Hermione cried out miserably and helplessly in her heart.
Zhu Qingling's mental state was far stronger than Hermione's and the others'.
She had already stood up and was facing the fierce general head-on.
The fierce general stared at Zhu Qingling as though a lofty god were looking down at a mortal, or a hunter were toying with his prey. The corners of his lips curled slightly as