The withered wooden woman fell awkwardly onto the ground.
Her blood-red, eerie eyes were filled with anger and hatred, staring intently at Du Changheng.
Quickly, she got up from the ground and charged at Du Changheng madly, with a reckless abandon, as if willing to go down with him.
The sound of her dry wooden legs, which resembled branches, scraping against the ground was sharp and piercing, chilling and terrifying.
Just as the woman was about to reach Du Changheng, a faint golden light shot out from him.
The wooden woman was pushed back again, sprawling on the ground.
Tears of blood fell from her crimson eyes.
The woman stared at Du Changheng, seemingly wanting to drink his blood and devour his flesh, letting out a sharp, squealing noise from her mouth.
The sound shook anyone who heard it.
Just how deep was the hatred that made her despise a person to such an extent?
