Qin Wudao looked at the injured Xu Fan and a cold smile spread across his lips.
Not only was the Heavenly Zombie's Life-Seizing Hand immensely powerful, but he had also taken the opportunity to scatter the zombie poison onto Xu Fan's flesh, convinced that if Xu Fan didn't die, he would at least be crippled.
After steadying himself, Xu Fan casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his breath feeble, yet there was a hint of laughter in his eyes, "Qin Wudao, would you say that you won, or I did?"
"What did you say?"
Qin Wudao didn't comprehend the meaning behind Xu Fan's words and asked subconsciously.
But in the next instant, he realized what was happening, his expression changing drastically as he immediately dashed away at high speed.
However, it was clearly too late.
In paying the price of having his chest torn open, Xu Fan naturally aimed for something greater.
