It was a bride whose face had been cut beyond recognition by a knife. The bridge of her nose had been cut off, and her facial features had almost been chopped into meat paste. The moment she poked her head in, the thick smell of blood assaulted her.
She suddenly tilted her head, and her neck broke with a crack. Only a thin layer of flesh was left between her head and body. She raised her palm and screamed as she pounced at Ghost General.
Another bride followed closely behind and barged in. The brides bared their fangs and brandished their claws, looking more and more miserable.
Some of the brides had been drowned, and their bodies were swollen. They rushed to the Ghost General and their bodies exploded with a bang. The stinky blood and maggots flew to the Ghost General.
