Amid the thunderous sound, the vortex broke up and the redwood disappeared. A human figure shrouded in red light lunged out from the center of the ritual circle at Lin Sheng.
A shriek of laughter was heard in the air, and whispers ringing in Lin Sheng's ears.
"Amoendika!" As Lin Sheng uttered another keyword, the face of the red human figure stopped mid-air, only at a distance the width of the palm of a human's hand. Its fuzzy face contorted, giggling and staring at Lin Sheng. Its mouth squirmed as if it was making sound waves inaudible to human ears. Likewise, Lin Sheng murmured. Using the Deviltongue, he bargained with the human figure.
Time ticked away. The human figure began to lose its patience. He drew close to Lin Sheng's face, seemingly intimidating him. But Lin Sheng was unruffled, face stern like iron and mouth still murmuring. This irritated the red human figure even more. He began growling and shrilling. Yet, Lin Sheng remained unflurried.