As soon as she inhaled the yin Qi, her face looked even more sinister.
Her head split open, and blood spurted out, turning into thousands of black threads that spurted in all directions!
The blood lines were so dense that they were like spider webs, sticking to the walls on both sides of the alley.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
The female ghost cried out in pain as she raised her head.
Under the pull of her blood, the walls on both sides slowly began to wriggle and close in the middle.
The ground cracked under the destructive power of the battle. The old Taoist and the others in the middle felt their bodies sink, as if they were about to be swallowed by the collapsed streets and walls made of flesh and blood.
Song qingxiao held her sword again, and the sword light cut off the blood line.
The broken blood lines fell to the ground and turned into a pool of blood.
Without the blood line, the wall stopped closing.
