C873 Pain

Red blood had already seeped into Han Yichen's clothes. Although there were blood-red bone blades on the outside of his body, his clothes were still intact. Hot blood slowly flowed out from Han Yichen's back. "Drip, drip!" It dripped onto the ground beneath him, staining the soil red.

"Hua!" With a sound, Wu Zang, who had sunk into the ground