chapter 165 The art of soul splitting!

"What are you doing! Attack now!"

Zhao Zhiyu shouted loudly.

But the ghost face didn't dare to move at all.

Zhao Zhiyu's face was as dark as ink. He suddenly bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood merged into the ghost face, turning the black mist into blood mist.

This is a secret technique to activate corpse puppets, which can strengthen the host's control over the corpse puppets.

But the reality is.

"Hiss" The ghost face...