Fu Sisi took a deep breath. She knew what she had to do to prevent a massacre.

The elemental energy within her body was operating at an insane speed. She cupped her palms in front of her chest with a solemn look on her face, the imprint on her palms suddenly lighting up. A burning flame spontaneously appeared in front of her palms.

The five-colored flame looked terribly weak, as if it was going to be extinguished at any moment.

Fu Sisi's face lost a bit of color, but the resolve in her eyes only grew brighter. She thrust her palms forward and sent the flame flying towards the continuously expanding blood ball.

The flame landed silently on top of the half-foot-wide blood ball.

In the blink of an eye, the crystalline mass of blood turned into a large, ominous-looking five-coloured glass marble.

Crack!

A soft, cracking noise could be heard from within the marble.

Within moments, the marble's surface became lined with hairline cracks and it fell apart with a splendid crash.