C341 The Descendant of the God of Death Bai Qi

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes flashing with fear.

If he had not died and changed his position and taken a step back, he would have been split into two halves.

Judging from Zhang Xingyun's expression, this was probably her plan as well.

He held a bottle of medicine in his hand. The contents of the bottle ran down the wound, and the blood froze wherever it went