the wisps of silk were woven into ropes. 。In the middle, Wang Zhihan's hands were pierced by the fine thorns on the ropes, bleeding profusely. 。These tiny thorns are inherited from the Bloodsucker Vin.... 。Shaking its head, the eight-legged demon ox beast also gradually walked away. 。Turning his head to glance back at the blood mist area, whose aura was becoming increasingly oppressive, Lu Xia Tian...