บท 779: Kneeling Down and Begging

Xin Yichuan had a look of shock on his face. The bloodthirsty murderous intent kept attacking his declarative memory, giving him the desire to mutilate himself. He had never encountered such an incident before. It was as though he had gone berserk.

"That's a heretic weapon!"

Xin Yichuan finally realized how terrifying an item the blood dragon claw in Mo Wen's hand was. By just grazing a wound on his body, ten percent of his Vital Qi had been drained away. Evil flames burned on his chest, constantly consuming his vitality.

Rip!

Almost without any hesitation, Xin Yichuan tore a large chunk of his flesh off of his chest. He did not worry about spending large amounts of Vital Qi to surge and seal the wound. He was afraid that he would be contaminated again by the crimson flames.