C1845 White Blood White

Some of the God Envoys looked like they wanted to escape in fright. Even after flying into the air, they were still blown up by Wang Qian's fresh blood.

The white robe turned into snow and fell to the ground.

The last few dozen drops of blood returned to Wang Qian's wrist.

Not far away, there were the shattered white robes of the God Envoys. Just a moment ago