C432 The Waning Moon Was Drawn from Its Sheath

Fong Yiwei's face seemed to have been sewn together by the blood pool with blood-red threads. The face that was pieced together by pieces still had a ferocious expression on it. Although it had appeared from the blood pool, there was not a single drop of blood on that rag-like face. Instead, it was deathly pale. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Qi Xiao and Xin Ruyue in the air