"Of all things, Blood Ghosts."
Feng Ling, too, fully understood how dire their situation was. Blood Ghosts were small fry anywhere else, but in this eerie space saturated with the aura of blood, they were in their element.
"What about your trump card?" The cut on Feng Ling's palm had yet to heal, and blood occasionally turned into sparks as it dripped to the floor. But flames made from her own blood were ultimately weak and difficult to control. "If you can't do anything, I'll have to bleed myself dry."
Su Bai glanced at Feng Ling beside him. A moment ago, she had summoned flames using only a tiny amount of blood from her palm. Now, her words seemed to mean that if he couldn't find a way out, she would have to use larger wounds and more blood to burn the Blood Ghosts before them to ashes, leaving them no chance to regenerate!
The price, of course, would probably be severe blood loss for Feng Ling-or even dying along with these Blood Ghosts.
"My trump card has been here all along." Su Bai let out a long breath. Even as the Blood Ghosts closed in step by step, he gave Feng Ling his usual smile. "They can hear every word we say."
Su Bai's greatest trump cards were, naturally, the Vengeful Ghost Puzzle and the Mist Shop.
After entering the Mirror World, the greatest problem Su Bai and Feng Ling faced was that the pressure of the out-of-control power prevented them from actively using the power within their bodies. In other words, Su Bai couldn't summon the puzzle himself, nor could he actively use its power.
Su Bai wasn't sure whether his authority as the owner of the Mist Shop still worked in the Mirror World, and he hadn't