C800 Battle with the Disciples of the Corpse Blood Cult

"Humph!" Jiaojiao let out a cold snort with her small and delicate nose bridge. She furrowed her beautiful eyebrows and pressed her right hand forward. The Genuine Qi rushed out from her five fingers and turned into a light blue airflow, rushing toward the blood palm by her side.

"Bang! Bang!" The pale blue airflow looked faint, as if its power was limited. But in fact, it was quite powerful