Chapter 125, Rising Anger you…… you…… Damn you! Damn you! Damn you! Damn you whole family! Bullying the monsters! This little evil creature from the human race is bullying the monsters! God knows how much psychological damage it caused to him when he escaped from the trap with a broken hand one second and saw his broken hand falling in front of him the next second! The big demon's eyes almost popped out. That's his hand! If he could have endured it for even half a breath longer, this hand would probably not have to be broken! For a moment, his blood surged and he was filled with rage. He couldn't even stop the bleeding from the wound. With every violent heartbeat, the blood gushed out from his broken wrist. The more demon blood he lost, the more his strength would be damaged. But he couldn't calm down and remain calm at this moment! Now he just wanted to land quickly, find the little girl, and kill her before she made the next move on the coffin! Kill her, he wanted to kill her!

Of course Zhou Ling could sense that her spell had lost its effect, but the broom that had been flying high into the sky was controlled by her mind, so naturally she could still control it now. Although she had no spiritual power and no divine consciousness, Zhou Ling still had the mental power to detect things. Coincidentally, when her mental power spread out from the place where she was standing, she found that within the range it could cover, there was the big monster that forced her to flee everywhere. The monster's hand was broken, and it was diving down from the air. There was no sign of the blood from the broken wrist stopping. The figure falling from top to bottom was like an opened red smoke bomb. The body of the bomb fell down, and the crimson smoke rose up, emitting a dazzling red light and leaving a long tail in the air. Wow, it feels like a hero cutting off his own arm, but isn’t it a little too early for him to cut it off? It was clear that his spell would not last long. If he endured it for a while longer, the spell would disappear on its own. Was there any need for him to come here and chop off his hands for real? But it's okay, this ghost has thick skin and flesh, it's hard for Zhou Ling to hurt him, but he can hurt himself easily. But now, watching his severed hand fall, he should be furious, right? Zhou Ling pulled the corners of her mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying. She could see clearly that the direction in which the monster was swooping down was exactly where he was now. It seems that his guess was correct. The person, or monster, in this ice crystal coffin is extremely important to him. She used to think that the big demon was invincible, but now, she has bumped into his weakness, which is right at her fingertips. It would be a waste if she didn't take it. Zhou Ling pushed the coffin lid even harder, but he was young and small, and lacked strength. After pushing for a long time, he could only create a crack. She originally wanted to ask Daniu to help her, but when she turned around, she saw Daniu was afraid of something. He shook his bruised head and took a step back, his big wet eyes full of resistance. It didn't want to get closer, and Zhou Ling couldn't force it to come over by the head, so he had to continue to use all his strength. Of course, her efforts were ineffective, so she had to find a way to scare the monster again and trip him up before he came over. For example, he controlled the magic broom with his mind, keeping it at the same speed as the monster's fall, and placed it in front of his eyes. Then, when he looked up, he slapped him twice in the face with the broom's tail. It was to attract hatred, and to make him so overwhelmed by hatred that he could not judge the right path. In the face of any desperate situation, Zhou Ling did not want to accept her fate. No matter what her schemes or means were, all she wanted to do now was to live well with her mother. (End of this chapter)