Xing Jin saw this and grew solemn. Unexpectedly, she slammed a palm against her own chest.
"Pfft—"
Her face turned deathly pale and her energy withered, yet she did not waste a single drop of the blood she spat out. She began forming hand seals, weaving a spell formation once more. The blood hovered above the formation, gradually staining it crimson, and the array began to glow brilliantly. Xing Jin then pressed the blood-soaked formation into the small compass in her hand.
Chapter 708