In the chaotic stone pile, strands of multicolored fresh blood seep out from various places, then converge into a palm-sized multicolored blood figure.
She has an alluringly beautiful face, a graceful and slender figure, exactly resembling the statue.
At this moment, she places one hand on her waist, surveying Linglong with a satisfied expression in her eyes:
"After waiting for ten thousand years, I've finally found a perfectly fine body."
"It's not in vain that I exhausted my resources to leave behind this puppet body, nurturing my remnant soul until now."
"I've finally found the opportunity to possess and rebuild, hehe!"
Linglong's face became stern: "You vile creature, dare to plot against me!"
"Oh, such a temper?" The multicolored blood figure said playfully, "Don't rush."
"I will cherish your body and play with that little man you were with just now on your behalf."
