"It's extraordinary. That's in the past." Jacob smiled. "Now that the ancient world has appeared, which family doesn't have their own camps? It would be strange if there is no difference between you and the Yuwen family."
"You..." Azaria was speechless. What Jacob said was right. There were no good families among the True Martial Arts families, because everyone was fighting for the new ancient world.
"What about me? If I was you, I wouldn't insist on holding on. If you want to vomit blood, just do it. You can't control the power of the God of Demon at all. When your power was broken just now, the power of the God of Demon couldn't be released in your body. If you don't spit out blood, your meridians will be messed up." Jacob sneered.
Azaria's expression changed. She suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood. Jacob was right. She was struggling to survive now. After spitting out the mouthful of blood, her face immediately turned pale.