Chương 1888: Die Here

"This sword...must be mine" Finally, Pan Yu showed a trace of shock on his expressionless face, which previously looked like an entire piece of glass. He immediately turned back and looked at Ji Hao, while instinctively covering his almost completely cleaved waist with both hands.

Large amounts of black blood spurted out of the enormous wound. Pan Gu shook his upper body and widely opened his mouth to take a deep inhalation towards Yu Hu's blood. Within the blood mist, Pan Jin world collapsed thoroughly. After swallowing all of the blood mist, dark threads began reaching out of the wound on his waist.

Black blood threads wove together, and the wound began healing along with a sizzling noise.