The martial arts heroes were charging away, but I was pulling away and retreating hastily.

It wasn't that I didn't want to compete with Zhang Fang, but that I had to retreat. In the dazzling fire light and cold light, I felt the murderous intent.

I had just blocked Yun Shang and the others behind me when a roar suddenly started in the corridor. Countless sounds like sharp arrows piercing the wind passed through the corridor, and the heroes of the art fell to the ground one after another.

Some people had their bodies pierced by glass and fell in a pool of blood, struggling for their lives; some people had their eyes pierced by glass, covering their faces with their hands and screaming...

The entire corridor was filled with blood, and there were struggling figures and warlocks desperately trying to save their companions. The scene became chaotic.

Someone was dragging his injured companion back while waving his hands desperately: "Enter the house, enter the house quickly. Find a place without shadows, hurry up."

"You can't enter!" Feng Ruoxing was one of the few people who could see the situation clearly.

After Zhang Fang struck, he could have struck again, but he stood still and allowed the warlocks to hide in the house because there were bigger traps waiting for the warlocks over there.

But at that time, those high-level martial artists who had long forgotten what martial arts fighting was were all as frightened as frightened rats, trying to find a place to burrow in.

Who could care about the danger? Everyone rushed to squeeze into the room.

The blood-stained glass pieces on the ground strangely formed a scarlet human figure that stood up on its own, with an open face also appearing on the glass man's face.

The drops of blood that streaked across Zhang Fang's face added a ferocious look to his distorted face: "Stop all of you. Each one of you has broken glass, I can

You can come and go freely on any piece of glass."

"Now, you are just a bunch of pigs to me, a bunch of pigs that I can catch and kill whenever I want."

As Zhang Fang spoke, he pointed his hand at one of them: "Were you scolding me just now?"

"It's not...I..." Before the man could finish his words, his eyes suddenly widened and blood flowed from his seven orifices.

A few seconds later, a piece of bloody glass penetrated his throat and flew toward Zhang Fang.

"It stinks! Stay away from me!" Zhang Fang waved his hand and the piece of glass flew back the way it came, piercing the man's eyebrows and shattering his soul that was about to leave the body.

The martial arts heroes watched the corpse fall to the ground, their faces as pale as paper. Just like what Zhang Fang said, each of them had a piece of glass hanging on their body that was enough to accommodate Zhang Fang's figure.

Their lives have been held in Zhang Fang's hands.

This is the scary thing about Mr. Bai.

In a head-to-head confrontation, Mr. Bai is definitely no match for the knife-wielding men, but once they gain the upper hand and hide their whereabouts, the frail Mr. Bai will turn into an evil ghost seeking his life in the dark.

Zhang Fang said with a sinister smile: "I still say the same thing, whoever can stab Li Po, I will let him go. I will never break my promise!"

The martial arts heroes who had already fallen into despair all turned around and looked at the room where I was.

I knew I couldn't hide it anymore, so I simply walked towards the door with my two knives in hand.

Before I even got close to the gate, I was stopped by Feng Ruoxing: "You can't go out! Shang Xingyan may have betrayed him."

My heart sank slightly: Zhang Fang asked people in the art to kill me, which is equivalent to forcing me to kill people.

If Shang Xingyan has turned against Zhang Fang, it will be easy for me to pick up the knife and drop it, but it will be difficult to end it.

I quietly triggered the spell, and I lost contact with the blood snake.

Zhang Fang should not be able to break my spell, but when he got Shang Xingyan into the mirror, it was like putting him in the gap between the yin and yang worlds.

I can't reach that space, so naturally I can't do anything to him.

Feng Ruoxing said: "How long will it take for you to use the spell again?"

"One stick of incense!" I added: "I can control Shang Xingyan within one stick of incense. Even if I succeed, if I can't control it, you all follow me!"

After I finished speaking, I sat cross-legged on the ground and touched the center of my eyebrow with the tip of Midnight's knife. The bright red blood immediately rolled down from the center of my eyebrow to the tip of my nose.

I didn't wait for the blood drops to roll down, so I dipped two fingers into the blood and smeared it horizontally on my eyelids. As the blood glowed strangely in my eyes, the skin on my right hand had dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There must be a sacrifice when using a spell!

I no longer have the lifespan to initiate sacrifices, so I can only sacrifice my own flesh and blood to the ghosts and gods.

From the moment I activated the Soul-Eating Curse, I knew that I would not survive more than three days, and I did not have that much longevity to sacrifice to ghosts and gods.

At that time, Ye Yang and I had the same ideas.

Put yourself to death and live again!

Three days is our last hope!

But not anymore!

No one will give me any more time or chance to make a comeback!

The moment my palms withered, Old Liu exclaimed in shock: "Li Po, what are you doing? Stop it! You can't sacrifice flesh and blood. Even if you win, your bones will be gone."
Chapter completed!