C41 The Blood Snake Was Going to Die

Wang Hu's blade was stuck in the bloody mouth of the blood snake.

The pair of high-quality labor shoes that he had worn from the construction site all the way to the present, kept kicking the upright waist of the blood snake.

The bloody scales the size of a fingernail were all kicked off in front of Wang Hu's strength and the protective shoes that were nailed to an iron plate