As soon as Chen Hao jumped into the air and began to struggle in agony, the butterflies that had been fleeing in all directions abruptly halted their flight. They then split into countless invisible insects that gathered to form a Daffodil Demon.
"Humph!" sneered the Daffodil Demon, looking back and laughing loudly, "Why don't you keep swinging your blade? It seems like it doesn't listen to you very well!"
At this moment, Chen Hao's thoughts were mired in extreme psychic torment, his mind haunted by a succession of terrifying faces and pierced by all sorts of strange, grating noises.
"Boyfriend, boyfriend..."
Amidst the faint echoes, Chen Hao heard Ye Yuqiao's warm and familiar voice. However, before he could fully hear what Ye Yuqiao was saying, his mind was overwhelmed by a shrill, piercing scream that bombarded him.