Little Shorty is Defensive

"Ah--"

Zhouzhou rolled over and covered her forehead, having bumped into the coffin. Her eyes flew open immediately.

She glared angrily at Frost Sword, giving it a little pat.

She knew he was inside.

That bad uncle!

Just because he had long legs!

Hmph.

She angrily climbed to her feet, feeling a bit breathless.

At this moment, the oil lamps on both sides were down to their last flicker of light.

Oh no!

Zhouzhou's expression changed, and she grabbed Frost Sword, jumping out of the coffin. She looked around quickly and soon found the formation's core. With a swift slash, she struck at that spot.

The ground trembled violently.

Ye Lingfeng staggered slightly, suddenly looking up in Zhouzhou's direction.

Found it!

Xi Mo and the others quickly rushed over.

Master Wei was also knocked back a few steps by the tremor. He widened his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing, his face contorting in disbelief: "How is this possible?"

How could she break his formation?!