"Hahahaha…"
Wu Jiang laughed until she was about to cry. "Ming Kun's Bead of Life was shattered by me. He won't live for long. I've finally taken revenge!"
As he laughed, Wu Jiang spat out a mouthful of blood.
After a while, his eyes, nose, and ears also bled. He was so weak that he looked like he was about to die.
The poisonous bug and scarecrow also had a trace of Wu Jiang's blood essence on them. The self-destruction of these two things was no different from suicide, and it also caused Wu Jiang to be severely injured.
Wu Lin was shocked and hurriedly hugged his father. "Dad, how are your injuries?"
He had learned voodoo before, so he naturally knew how crazy his father's actions were just now.
But he couldn't stop it.
Wu Jiang's face was pale and lifeless. "Son, quickly bring me back to the southwest tribe to recuperate. I want to enter the mystic realm. Otherwise, I will definitely die in three days."
