C322 Lethal Death(1)

Du Jue took a deep, trembling breath. With a flip of his hand, a small wooden stick appeared in his hand.

"The taste of death is not good, is it? Leave it for yourself to enjoy. " Du Jue inserted the small piece of wood into the ground in front of him, and the small piece of wood gradually split apart, emitting a golden glow.

Soon after, a thick green color stained the wooden strip