Liang Fei cradled An Ni's head in one arm as he retreated at top speed, pulling out a stick of golden incense with his free hand and thrusting it straight at the center of the pursuing disembodied head's brow.
The golden incense sank more than two inches into the head's forehead, causing it to stall instantly and let out a shrill roar.
That sound bore no resemblance to anything human.
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