Cao Xing hurriedly said, “Everyone stop, don’t kill her!”
Hearing the command, everyone on the field halted their actions.
At this moment, the Resentful Spirit, seeing them suddenly stop, had no intention of giving up, consumed by rage.
“All of you, die!”
From her body erupted a tangible undead aura, transforming into [Rain of Undead], falling upon everyone’s heads.
“Whoosh!”
[-3214]
[-3053]
[-2932]
[-3321]
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Damage numbers floated up one by one.
Yet, even as her group attack skills fell upon them, everyone remained standing still.
Cao Xing’s command was everything, even more than their lives.
Including Lu’en, the newly joined Dragon Blood Warrior leader, who made no move.
After all, with the various statuses that Cao Xing bestowed upon them, they felt no threat from this Resentful Spirit.
Cao Xing said, “Calm down first, I want to talk to you.”
However, the Resentful Spirit seemed incapable of understanding Cao Xing’s words.
She continued her relentless attack on Blom.
“Bang! Bang bang!”
On Blom’s head, damage numbers kept appearing.
But immediately, recovery values appeared as well.
However, the Blood Volume she attacked seemed to be less than the speed at which Blom recovered.
A moment later, this big fellow was a bit bored, scratched his head, and puzzledly asked, “Lord, how long will she keep this up? Blom is getting bored.”
Cao Xing was speechless too, this woman had accumulated centuries of resentment and anger, seemingly wanting to unleash it all at once.
She knew she was no match for these people before her, yet persisted in attacking time and again.
Several minutes passed.
The Resentful Spirit’s power was mostly consumed; her offensive finally weakened.
She floated, standing still.
She seemed to know her attacks were ineffective against them.
Cao Xing then asked, “Can we talk now?”
“You should know, if we wanted to take you down, it would be easy.”
The Resentful Spirit emitted a gloomy voice, “What do you want to talk about?”
Cao Xing didn’t waste words, directly taking out the doll from his backpack, then asked, “Is this yours?”
Upon seeing the dirty doll.
In the Resentful Spirit’s eyes, besides anger, there appeared a different emotion.
She confusedly looked at the doll in Cao Xing’s hand, feeling a sense of familiarity.
However, over a hundred years had passed.
Her mind was filled with emotions of anger and hatred.
She couldn’t even recall some of her deepest memories.
The female Resentful Spirit clutched her head, feeling great pain.
“What is this… It feels so familiar…”
“But why can’t I remember?”
“Damn it! Why!”
“What is it exactly?”
At this moment, the Resentful Spirit appeared extremely conflicted and in agony.
She tried hard to remember something.
Cao Xing noticed that even her spiritual body seemed somewhat blurry.
After one or two minutes passed, the Resentful Spirit finally calmed her emotions.
She lifted her eyes, the anger gone, replaced by a complex expression.