Chen Chuan turned his attention to the area above the altar. After a moment, the flames from the torches swayed violently. Then, the Flying Head showed up from the shadows above. It charged down to the sacrifice with her long hair flowing around her like a dark shadow that was about to envelop the area beneath her. 0

Chen Chuan took two steps forward and crossed around six meters. With a roundhouse kick, he struck the head with deadly precision and flung it off the altar. 0

The Flying Head let out a familiar screech from having its meal time interrupted and tried to get closer to the altar again, but Chen Chuan stayed next to it and kept on kicking it away. After countless kicks, the Flying...0