"Xiaomei!"
Ling Xiaoxuan looked at the pile of nauseating, rotten flesh that could give someone nightmares for half a year, and gasped in horror.
The rotten flesh was motionless and no longer speaking.
Qin Ruan narrowed her cold eyes, her fingertips slightly moved, a light white mist hit the flesh and blood.
The copper coinsword that was stuck in the bloody rotting flesh flew up and returned to Qiao Nanyuan's hand.
The yellow talisman papers adhering to the ground around were ignited instantaneously and turned to ashes.
The unfettered rotten flesh began to transform gradually.
Under everyone's gaze, she slowly transmuted, shifting into a human face with normal features.
As the opponent transformed, everyone noticed something terrible.
She was completely naked.
There were some glaring dark marks on her body, you could tell at a glance what they were caused by.
