Facing Lu Zhuo alone with his puppet, who wanted to launch a frantic counterattack.
Mei Changqing's wooden box in hand slowly opened, revealing half a withered bone finger, emitting a chilling and immense aura of a corpse.
"That is..."
Lu Zhuo's expression tightened, showing a trace of deep wariness.
"Even if you blood sacrifice this object to launch one or two invincible attacks, the price you will have to pay will be extremely grievous."
Lu Zhuo's voice deepened, yet his figure was slowly retreating.
His gaze then moved to another side, towards Chen Yu and Tong Yuling.
If he remembered correctly, the other half of the Blood Soul Flower had fallen into the hands of that non-top disciple.
It seemed that there was also a small bud obtained by Chen Yu.
After weighing his options,
Lu Zhuo finally flickered away in retreat, giving up on the half of the Blood Soul Flower at the Bone Demon Palace's side.
At this time.
