C2205 Persistence

Four full hours had passed. Wang Yunjie kept waving the blood cloud. There was not a single piece of good skin left on his body. His entire body was pitch black, as if he was a burnt person.

Although the injuries on his body were very serious, the blood cloud on Wang Yunjie's hands never stopped. Not only that, there was also Sister Qing on number two. From their point of view