The premonition of a high-level cultivator was extremely accurate. Fan Wu immediately came back to his senses. He had probably underestimated song qingxiao's methods.
He was furious and cursed the useless Chu and Wei families.
But now, he had no way out. Both sides were already at death's door. If he was not careful, he would probably end up like the horse, killed by her!
At the thought of this, fan Wu made up his mind. As he cast the spell, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a large mouthful of red blood essence.
The blood turned into several blood arrows and shot in the direction of the eight ghost heads.
The moment the purple shadow appeared, the eight soul-devouring ghosts, who were originally extremely arrogant and laughing ghostly, seemed to feel an invisible force suppressing them. Their laughter stopped and their movements slowed.
