Song qingxiao was dumbfounded by this sudden change. However, when the black mist formed by the evil Yin Qi hit the yin-gathering coffin with a bang, she was pushed back two to three meters along with the coffin!
"Oh!" Song qingxiao was hit by the yin Qi, and it was as if her chest had been hit by a thousand-pound stone. Her newly reattached sternum cracked under the pressure.
The ground made a sizzling sound as it was corroded by the black mist.'Number 7', who was wrapped in the black mist, had a gloomy and terrifying expression like a ghost. His eyes were pitch-black, and his hair was flying. His face was filled with ghostly energy.
The black lines on his face were like thin snakes that had come to life. They wriggled on 'his' facial features. Song qingxiao felt a chill run down her back when he looked at her.
