C835 Ten Thousand Poisonous Martial Body!
"Crack …"
But soon, the image of the flood dragon was erased.
The Dragonscale Saber in Mo Guquan's hand showed signs of cracks as a sword mark slashed open the armor on his body.
"Puff …"
Mo Guquan coughed up blood and staggered back a few steps.
At this moment, Mo Guquan's face was pale and his aura was extremely weak.
After using his trump card and being heavily injured
