In an instant, Wu Zhong was drenched in blood.
Bai Zhi saw this, her beautiful eyes wide open, flames of anger burning within them as she shouted, "Lan Xiaodie, so it's you, this demon, aiding the tyrant! Today you must pay for your actions!"
With that, she suddenly carried her son on her back, and a three-foot-long spiked silver staff appeared in her hand.
The silver staff, reflecting the flames, emitted a cold gleam, the spikes like fangs, exuding a chilling aura.
Bai Zhi moved like lightning, pouncing towards Lan Xiaodie.
As a beauty of Miaojiang, and having consumed an Immortal Pill, Bai Zhi was immune to poison, not to mention she was herself a master of poison and witchcraft. At this moment, facing Lan Xiaodie, she had no fear.
Seeing that she was recognized by Bai Zhi, Lan Xiaodie no longer concealed her face.
A cold smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she glanced around, noticing Shi Feiyang was not among the crowd.
