Black smoke billowed from the back of her head, stained with Wen Xiao'ai's Blood Talisman, resembling the appearance of something being corroded.
"It works."
Wen Xiao'ai looked at Wu Zhihan, who was almost turned to ashes by a Ghost-suppressing Talisman, and exclaimed with joy.
However, before she could be happy for two seconds, Wu Zhihan suddenly went berserk and launched an attack on her.
Even though Wen Xiao'ai reacted quickly enough, it was still difficult to withstand Wu Zhihan's frenzied strike.
Wen Xiao'ai was hit hard and fell from mid-air.
"Xiaoguai."
"Yingying."
Jun Moyan dashed forward and caught Wen Xiao'ai in his arms before she hit the ground.
"Xiaoguai."
The fresh blood from Wen Xiao'ai's mouth stained Jun Moyan all over.
His white shirt was dyed a large patch of red.
"Xiaoguai." Jun Moyan was flustered and in turmoil.
"Ah..."
