"PUFF!"
"PUFF! PUFF!"
The disciples of the Ghost Corpse School had already fled several miles in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, clouds of blood mist erupted from their seven orifices—eyes, mouth, nose, ears...
Of the four escaping on Flying Swords and the one fleeing with a Lightness Talisman, none evaded this terrible fate.
One head.
Two heads.
Three heads... each bloomed like a crimson flower.
Five crimson flowers blossomed simultaneously.
The scene was bloody and brutal. As the "petals" scattered, a large amount of thick blood drenched their robes. Their robes, dyed crimson, transformed the five into members of the wedding procession.
With their masters dead, the soaring Flying Swords also lost control and plummeted from the sky.
Soon, Shen Mo and Chen Mengze saw five figures in blood-red robes staggering toward the wedding procession. Each of them, strangely, still carried a black coffin on their back.
