Song Shuhang only regretted that his fingers had not been fast enough—he absolutely should have hung up the moment Dharma King Creation said, "I am Dharma King Creation." Or better yet, he should have hung up the instant he heard Dharma King Creation's voice.
But his reaction had been a beat too slow. Perhaps Fairy Fusheng's earlier head-bobbing, full-throated rendition of Seven Kills Song had interfered with his mind, or perhaps there had been some other reason.
In any case, his finger had been a beat too slow.
And then, Dharma King Creation's terrifying singing voice had already poured out of the phone.
What was worse, Song Shuhang's phone had still been held beside his ear. This time, it could truly be called Demonic Voice piercing his brain.
Ghosts wailed and gods howled, heaven and earth collapsed, mountains lost their ridges, rivers ran dry... At that moment, Song Shuhang felt as if he had arrived at the end of the world.
His body went limp, and he nearly collapsed onto the ground.
In a daze, he saw his late great-grandfather, wearing a kindly smile as he opened his arms amid the white clouds and reached out to embrace him warmly.
Only a few days had passed, yet Dharma King Creation's singing had grown considerably more powerful. Its destructive force had doubled.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die...
At present, the only thing Song Shuhang could feel fortunate about was that his phone was not on "speaker mode." Otherwise, Dharma King Creation's singing would have resounded throughout the entire room, perhaps even the whole building, completely activating death mode.
At that moment, Fairy Fusheng's eyes lit up. She was, after all, a Fifth-Grade great demon—and a canine one at that. Her hearing was astonishingly sharp.