The principal died.
As if by perfect coincidence, the moment Jiang Yimi felt the death of the principal and retracted the curse, the bell signaling the end of class rang out.
Seven hundred years of resentment slowly subsided with the prolonged ring of the bell.
Darkness dissipated, countless blood vessels slashed by bone spurs flowed with foul, black blood. In the entire office building, the blood vessels that had covered all the doors began to shrink bit by bit. A giant body composed of several eyes was their endpoint, and just like that body, they began to wither, to decay, to fade away. The eyes of the Leviathan, which had hatched on the blood vessels, became dull and ultimately succumbed to deathly stillness.
In the end, Bai Wu's gaze fell upon the principal's true form, which had crawled out to the open space outside the office building.