The next moment, two sets of ornate wedding robes suddenly draped over Pei Ling and Yan Minghua.
Swish, swish, swish...
Blood Saber Qi crisscrossed through the air, instantly reducing both sets of wedding robes to dust.
Pei Ling spoke in a hoarse, icy voice. "Zhou!"
The Crimson Powder Bride and all the surrounding Ghostly Beings made of human skin immediately began to rot.
Feeling the powerful curse descending from the unseen, the Crimson Powder Bride's expression shifted. This was not "the multitude," but its strength was no less formidable!
She had not noticed anything amiss until the tribulation lightning struck. Only then had the other party finally revealed its true aura!
Without the slightest hesitation, the Crimson Powder Bride instantly transformed into a bridal veil, then drifted down onto the head of one of the women made of human skin.
At once, that woman's body began to rot even faster.
In the time it took to snap one's fingers, she had already dissolved into a heap of rotten flesh steeped in blood and pus. The Ghostly Being's aura vanished without a trace, and from the rotting flesh sprouted faces filled with venom, hatred, and curses.
The faces grew clearer and clearer, letting out sharp, chilling laughter.
"Hee-hee... hee-hee-hee... hee-hee... hee... hee-hee-hee-hee-hee..."
The faces flew out of the rotting flesh and lunged at the other Ghostly Beings around them.
The bridal veil floated upward and transformed once more into the Crimson Powder Bride. She had already escaped the Myriad Soul Curse, and all her wounds had healed.
"Hee-hee... hee-hee-hee..." All the faces that flew toward her stopped the moment they reached her side, their expressions still venomous and resentful. Their laughter vanished as well.
The Crimson Powder Bride extended her left hand, palm down, and twitched her five fingers slightly.
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