But the blood flew to the general distance and fell to Yuan Ye. Now there is no power. No ordinary person can throw his own blood to the roots for more than five meters.

No strength, nothing can be released. Yuan Ye is depressed, scolds and clenches his teeth. Take a step or two. At the moment, Yuan Ye is about three meters away from Lingzhu, and Yuan Ye slowly tears his muscles, while his eyes are blurred and his consciousness is hazy. One more step and a distance…