Blood flowed like threads through the grooves of the grinding stone, slowly completing the pattern of the other half of the sun.
With a crack, the eyes of the two stone ghosts turned blood-red as the sun pattern filled with blood.
From their eyes, pairs of blood-colored chains shot out, tightly binding Baili An and Fang Geyu.
Baili An's expression darkened, "What is happening?"
Fang Geyu's face paled, showing neither arrogance nor composure, and he was panicked, "The Spiritual Power in my body is being devoured..."
Ji Ting, kneeling on the ground, suddenly trembled.
Then, within the desolate house, apricot blossoms bloomed from nowhere, swirling in with the night wind, crimson against the frosty white snow.
His head slowly lifted, his hands covering his face, shoulders trembling even more violently.
At first, one might think he was terrified, trembling in fear, but the next moment...
"Heh... hehehe... hahaha!! Hahahaha!!!!"
