C167 Battle Leader Slaughter

Seeing the blood flowing out of the three wounds on his body gradually turn from purplish-black to deep red, and then slowly solidify, Zhang Xin heaved a sigh of relief. Gritting his teeth, he forcefully flung the fire out. With a "Pa" sound, the flame with Zhang Xin's fresh blood fell to the ground. "Sizzle sizzle sizzle. It burned non-stop, and from time to time, sparks flew out