The Unlucky Wu Ji Patriarch

Blood spurted out of the cave!

It was sudden and without warning. It was especially eye-catching as it swept across the sky.

Spurt!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and splashing to the ground.

There was also a fat right arm in the shape of a claw with a green sleeve. It was cut off at the arm and flew into the air before falling to the ground.

His heart-wrenching cries of pain reverberated in the narrow cave!

"Ah!" Wu Ji patriarch's chubby face was almost completely twisted at this moment. His brows were furrowed, and he looked ferocious and terrifying. He was pale and in pain.

The right hand that was originally reaching out towards Gu Mingzhou had disappeared, and his right shoulder was empty. Even though his left hand was tightly covering the broken wound, he could not stop the blood from flowing.

The sudden turn of events caught Wu Ji patriarch by surprise, and he found it hard to accept.