C898 Goodbye to Lin Yaru

Wang Fei sucked in a breath of cold air and walked forward. He opened the warrior's mouth and a stream of black blood flowed out. It carried a pungent smell of blood and was mixed with a faint rotten smell.

At this time, the martial artist had already lost his life force. He rolled his eyes, and black blood flowed down the corners of his lips.

"This should be a professional death soldier