Jiang Fengxian must have used some secret technique, because after she finished casting it, a clear phoenix cry suddenly came from within Jiang Yufeng.
Then, Jiang Yufeng, who originally looked no different from an ordinary human apart from her seven-colored phoenix wings, had her cheeks, wrists, and other exposed areas suddenly split open, turning her into a blood-drenched figure.
And from those split wounds, blood-covered seven-colored phoenix feathers sprouted like grass in spring, quickly forming a down feather robe over her body.
At the same time, Jiang Yufeng herself let out a heart-wrenching scream of agony, as if enduring the pain of thousands of ants gnawing at her heart.
"Enough! Stop it now!"
Zhouyang shouted, hurriedly stepping forward to embrace his frightened and pained daughter, channeling magical power into her body to suppress the pain caused by the boiling bloodline.
