C341 The Descendant of the God of Death Bai Qi

Sarigar spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes flickered slightly and he felt a lingering fear.

If he had not died and changed his position and taken a step back, he would have been split into two halves.

Judging from Zhang Xingyun's expression, he probably had the same plan.

Sarigar was half-kneeling on the ground with a bottle in his hand