Grunting, blood tears flowed from the corners of Li Su's eyes, and from the shattered bead came an intense and weighty sound of footsteps.
In the next moment, countless wooden figures emerged, some human and some demon.
But similarly, all were covered with fist-sized blood blisters, filled with cold and filthy, malevolent blood.
"Go!"
Forming a Daoist incantation, Li Su fiercely tore off the blood robe on him, tossing it forcefully, instantly transforming the tattered robe into an endless black-red blood cloud, forcibly resisting the descending frost storm.
Those silhouettes with staggering steps immediately received orders, their originally hollow eyes suddenly lit up with a trace of blood light and madly pounced towards Qi Xiu.
Watching the figures pounce towards him, Qi Xiu's expression remained unchanged, the Frost Cloud Flame in his hand suddenly turned, the fan that was originally frigid and icy instantly transformed into blazingly fervent red heat.
Boom——
