So Angry It Hurt Her Chest-You're Bullying a Yokai!

"Master?"

Tamamo-no-Mae was no naive, newly born yokai. She shot Li Dan an annoyed look. They were at death's door, and he still had the nerve to joke around.

Her foxlike eyes shifted, and that hint of annoyance turned into something far more alluring. She lowered her voice until it sounded like a honey-dipped hook.

"Master~"

A loose strand of hair brushed ever so lightly against his wrist. She was clearly reproaching him, yet she made it sound more enticing than a plea for affection.

Li Dan looked surprised.

"You actually called me that? I was joking. My name's Li Dan."

"You... you're bullying a yokai!"

Tamamo-no-Mae was so angry her chest hurt. Foxes cared about looks. She had only swallowed her embarrassment and called him that because Li Dan was handsome, powerful, and had saved her life.

He could have said it sooner or later, but the moment she called him master, it was a joke?

For someone so strong, he had a wicked streak.

"Just kidding."

Li Dan had only been teasing Tamamo-no-Mae. He was the only one relaxed enough to do so; everyone else was staring at the fused Sadako.

Their earlier attacks had all struck the layer of resentment surrounding the monster. This time, even the Ghostfire had been forcibly burned away.

A monster nearly ten meters tall stood in the center of the battlefield. It had no fixed shape, resembling a ball of flesh formed from black hair, limbs, and resentment.

Its surface crawled with writhing Sadako arms. Countless strands of black hair stretched from its body like rampant vines, weaving a black net around it.

More than a dozen Sadako heads were embedded at the top. Some had their eyes shut; others stared through empty sockets. Resentment spilled endlessly from their mouths, their voices