All his strength, inner force, and energy were vanishing; he could even faintly sense his very life force draining away. With every passing second, his consciousness grew hazier until, at last, he could clearly see that the colossal, pale woman’s body was composed entirely of faces—writhing, tormented specter-faces, massed together to form this immense phantom.

Zheng Zha, his vision blurring, felt as if his very soul was being pulled out, sliding slowly away from his body along that ghastly, pale-blue arm. By now, nearly all his strength, internal energy, and vitality had been sucked dry. Having unlocked his Gene Lock, the sense of impending danger had reached its absolute peak, as if another second would mean his immediate death. Suddenly, with a sharp crack, a surge of heat erupted in his head and rushed outward. It violently blasted away the pale-blue arm clamped around his neck. This torrent of heat was incredibly domineering, possessing a fierce corrosive quality, and it immediately began to burn along the spectral limb. The ghost clinging to Zheng Zha’s back vanished into smoke without a sound.

This wave of heat not only incinerated the ghost behind him but also madly flooded into every part of Zheng Zha’s body, much like scalding water. The parts of his body it touched burned intensely hot. The excruciating pain was no less severe than the agony of unlocking the Gene Lock. Instinctively, Zheng Zha tried to block out the suffering, yet even so, a roar tore from his throat.

Vampire energy! Unlike the previous horror movie where he used it by instinct, this time the Vampire energy had been truly and thoroughly unleashed. It now coursed through his entire frame. Zheng Zha’s eyes were burning crimson; looking out, the entire world seemed reduced to a single sheet of red, as if the world itself were drenched in blood. Before him, the massive ghost appeared a faint, sickly blue, formed by countless entangled, twisted human limbs.

The gigantic phantom was entirely woven from countless spirits. Zheng Zha even recognized a few familiar faces, like the large man from the Northeast who first appeared when they entered this movie, and even Xiao Bingyi was among them. In other words, everyone killed by Kayako was absorbed into the curse, their resentment devoured until it became a collective embodiment of the grudge. Peering through these spirits, Zheng Zha glimpsed a woman with a terrifying visage at the core of the mass—a miniature version of the giant entity itself. It was the main body of the curse: Kayako! Zheng Zha felt utterly weak, managing only to roll to the ground and tumble backward more than ten meters before regaining enough strength to grab his communicator.

“Zero Point, can you see near the ghost’s chest? The core of the curse is there… Zero Point?” Zheng Zha murmured weakly.

“...Zero Point was attacked from behind by the ghost. I only managed to pull him away, but he doesn't have enough strength left to snipe right now… You’ll have to wait about ten more minutes for him to recover enough to fire.”

It was Zhao Yingkong’s voice coming through the communicator.

Zheng Zha fell silent. He and Zero Point had inflicted the most damage on the ghost moments ago; predictably, they were the ones attacked. They were truly cornered now. Watching the ghost slowly reconstitute itself, he couldn't immediately devise a way to destroy it… Were they all doomed to die here? To perish completely just minutes before their scheduled return to the ‘Main God’ space? (No, I don’t want to die. I must survive!) “Zhao Yingkong, protect Zero Point. I’m counting on you over there. I will hold this ghost off for ten minutes… My life is in your hands!” Zheng Zha struggled to rise from the ground. When the ghost attacked him, his stamina and inner force had been almost completely drained. Furthermore, the Vampire energy was clearly offensive; aside from boosting his vital force, it offered no replenishment for physical strength like internal energy did. Zheng Zha could only stagger toward where his submachine gun had fallen, as the ghost’s upper body was already nearly restored, and its legs were visibly knitting back together.

Zheng Zha’s current speed was nothing like his previous swiftness. The instant he snatched up the submachine gun from the ground, the massive ghost’s arm slammed down towards him. That limb was composed of several twisted, wailing spirits. Contact with those pale-blue appendages meant instant draining of human vitality and soul. Zheng Zha could spare no caution; besides forcing out his Vampire energy, he immediately executed a desperate, clumsy tumble. By a hair’s breadth, his upper body bent clear of the pale-blue palm, though a portion of his shoulder still grazed the spectral limb.

Fortunately, the corrosive effect of the Vampire energy was formidable, easily eating away the point of contact on that palm. The blood-red energy surged upward, nearly incinerating the entire hand. Of course, Zheng Zha could clearly feel his internal supply of Vampire energy diminishing rapidly as well.

Zheng Zha gasped out a breath and turned to flee backward, but after managing only two or three steps, a bitter smile touched his lips; a feeling named despair was already taking root in his heart.

Every pedestrian in the entire plaza promenade had long since fled. Zhang Jie and the other person were guarding the edge of the plaza with Zhan Lan. Although distant sounds of approaching police sirens wailed, the officers had not yet arrived. But at this moment, from the edges of the plaza, crawling Kayako phantoms had inexplicably appeared, and they were steadily increasing in number. Zheng Zha looked up to see the entire perimeter of the plaza practically choked with the crawling Kayako spirits—hundreds, perhaps more. Behind him, the giant Kayako phantom was also regenerating, on the verge of crawling up. His physical strength, inner force, and energy were already largely depleted; if not for the desperate will burning within him, he wouldn't even want to move… “Is this really it… Are we truly doomed to die? No! No matter what, I have to live!” Zheng Zha roared in desperation, pouring his last vestiges of strength into a sprint toward a clock tower in the center of the plaza… it stood about ten meters high, positioning him exactly at the level of the giant Kayako’s chest…—(Friendly Recommendation: War Doll, Book ID: 110290) Click to view image link: cmfu/smenhu.cn?Bl_id=110290 War Doll Jumps To