As Zhou Yan observed carefully, the black hair on top of the woman's head began to fall slowly. Once the hair fell, it immediately turned into dry straw, drifting into the air, bit by bit transforming into black particles, and disappearing.
But where her head was gradually becoming exposed, an unusual opening suddenly appeared, from which a blood-colored insect slowly crawled out.
The insect resembled an ancient Divine Dragon shrunk tens of thousands of times, very distinct.
This insect was only the size of a pinkie, yet it was vivid and lifelike, with jade-like crystalline dragon horns clearly visible atop its head, flickering with dark purple annihilation thunder light.
It gazed in all directions, seemingly very interested in the bloody mist of this heaven and earth.
Instantly, it opened its mouth towards the vast blood cocoon in this space, swallowing and breathing.
"Puchi—"
At that moment, Zhou Yan felt his soul violently tremble.
