Slaying

Following Ják's words, the Blood Hex Clown beside him emitted blood-colored light. The Blood Hex Clown levitated, its hands seemingly praying to Buddha while it seemed to chant something.

As the chanting sounded, the Blood Hex Clown's sanguine halo intensified. It actually turned into blood-colored incantations that revolved around its body.

As for the palm gripping Zhou Wen's ankle, it exploded from the Blood Hex Clown's blood hex. The strange blood-colored incantation patterns crept onto Zhou Wen's stone armor as though they were trying to wrap him in a net formed of blood-colored incantations.

"In that case, you should feel more honored than me," Zhou Wen said to Ják without showing any signs of panic despite being trapped by the blood incantation.

Ják felt a little uneasy as he stared at Zhou Wen and asked, "Why?"