C218 The Meanness of a Comeback(1)

Fusheng's expression became a bit ugly. He waved his hand and the blood-colored sword immediately shattered. It turned into 360 blood-colored stars and returned to the compass.

At this moment, Xie Daozi's broken body was barely covering his lower half. His skin had already become a grayish-black color like an old tree root, and several foot long bone spikes had grown out from his heels and knees