C1468 The Soul of Sobbing Blood

The bloody horse, whose brain had almost been crushed by the punch, did not die. It only let out a muffled groan in pain and spat out a mouthful of sticky blood essence from its chest.

When the power of Wang Mang's punch disappeared, he moved to another corner in the air. His face, which looked like rotten meat, gradually healed and scabbed. New tender flesh appeared like bamboo shoots