Resonating With The Demon

The torrent of malevolent forces slammed right into Song Zhuyu with the force of a train wreck, overturning the chair he was sitting on and sending him rolling across the floor. The Bible on his lap soared through the air before landing at Rui Ye's feet, who was once again unconscious, its pages fluttering wildly before suddenly stopping at a certain page. 

"Ukh— argh!!" Landing on his knees, Song Zhuyu gasped and struggled to rise, yet it was as if an entire mountain was weighing down on his body, forcing his back to bend sharply, his trembling fists clenched on the floor in futile resistance. Dark energy surged in relentlessly through his eyes, nose, ears and mouth, invading his body with the ferocity of a bloodthirsty beast tearing into its prey, causing his crimson hair to flutter wildly in the air as though a pair of misshapen wings had sprouted from his back. 

Ding-a-ling!

Ding-a-ling!

Ding-a-ling!