Chapter 717: A Dead End

"Crack!" The flying sword was actually cut off by the altar ghost's tongue!

“Hehehe, little girl, you might as well think about how you are going to die … ” The altar ghost, with half of his body exposed outside the vase, blew a whistle, and the crows outside rushed inside like a flock of crows, and everything was pitch black.

“Ahhhhhh … ” The girls huddled together in fear.

"Hmph!" Sheng'er snorted coldly, lifted the bed board with her toes, and smashed it in mid-air with a palm. Then the sharp wood chips did not fall down, but instead spun rapidly in the room.

The miserable cries of countless birds echoed in the room, and the falling black feathers almost covered the entire space!

Several girls screamed and fainted.

"Haha, die!" The altar ghost suddenly rushed out from the black feathers in the sky, and grabbed Sheng'er with his pair of black claws!

The pitch-black claws, wrapped in black mist, carried a fishy smell and were extreme