Number two's expression changed drastically. Seeing the purple flames, it was as if he had seen the God of plague. He didn't even have time to scream and flew to Dodge.
Fan Wu did not expect MA Yi to be so useless. He had also greatly underestimated the fearsomeness of song qingxiao's magic treasure.
The moment MA Yishan died, he patted his waist, and the strange black token hanging on his waist shook violently.
As the black gas churned, several black heads emerged from the black gas with a strange laugh.
Those black heads looked like the heads of ghosts after they had dried up. Each of them was wrapped in a large mass of black clouds, with long hair draped over their shoulders. They let out strange laughter that could disturb one's divine sense and soul.
There were a total of eight black heads, and the aura that each of them emitted had at least reached the beginning level of the nascent soul tier.
