C86 Bones and Corridors

The Hunter from Outside waved the Threaded Cane in his hand. At this moment, Zhang Liang did not have the demeanor and agility of a hunter. The staff in his hand was like an iron stick that was picked up from the ground. As his arm was lifted and dropped, the mutated turbid blood kept splashing in the air.

It was like hitting a piece of rotten sponge