"Ghost!"
Zhang Fei Xuan bit his teeth, swiftly opened his folding fan, and was about to launch the blood blade when, at that moment, a burst of white light quickly shone upon the woman.
He turned his head and saw Lingdang sitting on the Lotus Platform, with the Golden Wheel behind her head shining a white light that directly illuminated the woman, causing her to cover her face and convulse in a trembling, agonized scream.
They could even see with their naked eyes a strange gas rising from the woman's body, like a chill wind, which didn't linger long but seemed to be drawn towards Lingdang.
The Lotus Platform and the Golden Wheel were about to emit more white light, but Lingdang frowned, pinched the Dharma Seal, forcibly concealed the White Fire, and allowed the gas to enter her body.
"Mmm..."
Lingdang shuddered, her face paled a bit, showing a trace of pain.
"The face is back, the face is back!"