As soon as the black smoke came in, song qingxiao felt a heavy pressure on her. The thin black smoke turned into invisible shackles, trying to lock her in the palanquin.
"Hmph!"
She snorted coldly. This scene was similar to the time when the Qin Dynasty was destroyed and Chu could be haunted by the yin Qi.
But now was not the same as before, it was not easy for these Yin souls to trap her.
Song Qing gritted his teeth and moved his palm.
The silver Wolf mark on her wrist flashed, and her palm turned into a claw. Under the cover of spiritual power, the back of her hand grew pieces of bright scales. She waved her claw-
The spiritual energy dispersed the black mist and landed on the cabin with a bang. The sharp claws scratched the Vermillion cabin and left several cracks!
