Just as my body was about to hit the wall, I leaped up, forming an ice pillar in midair to catch myself and quickly regained my footing. The wound on her arm had already closed up.
The blood that had dripped onto the floor unleashed her beastly instincts. She suddenly lifted her black veil and lunged at me, aiming for my neck with her fangs.
I spun midair and lashed out with a side kick, sending her flying. Her black dress billowed, transforming into a shadowy blur—now to the left, now to the right, then suddenly freezing on the ceiling, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. I had truly witnessed shadows multiplying like ghosts.
I quickly tried to freeze her with my mind, but it was useless.
In the blink of an eye, black gauze swirled before me, her pale face flashed past, and a pair of fangs pressed against my neck.
I desperately braced against her shoulders and screamed in terror, "Stop! If you bite me, you'll regret it!"
