Zhou Jing’s eyes flew open, red like blood amber. The patterns on her skin began to flow and flickered dark red light, as if vines sustained by blood had crawled all over her. Her hand shot out to seize Zhang Wei’s neck, lifting him off the ground slowly.0

“Hm…ugh…”0

Zhang Wei struggled futilely, while Zhou Jing breathed heavily with a pale face like a drowning woman finally getting herself out of the water.0

With a deep frown, she stared at Zhang Wei and said, “Strange…power… I almost, almost died… Haha, no matter what trick you’re up to, it’s over—aghhh!!”0

Right before suffocation would kill him, Zhang Wei felt the grip around his neck loosen, and he fell to the gro...0