C895 Real pain, Ye Wusheng's choice

"Whoosh!"

The blood condensed in Ye Wusheng's palm, and immediately shot out.

If one looked carefully, they would realize that Ye Wusheng's blood was rapidly dividing in midair, turning into tens of tiny blood threads.

Under the tempering of Zhou Tian Long's power, the threads of blood gradually turned into a golden color. They flew towards the coffins, and then disappeared into them