This time, she could finally bear it no longer, a mouthful of blood spurting out.,The ginger clay was somewhat distorted, concentrating all the demonic energy, and continued to blast.,Ye Fusheng trembled as he spoke, the purple and gold aura surrounding his body rapidly expanding outward. It was like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves; wherever it passed, demonic energy was scattered, and Jiang Caimudi was blown away for the third time.。