The blood on Tang Zan's body flowed more and more, and when he raised his sword, he was exhausted.
He coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and his consciousness became somewhat blurred.
He saw that poisoned blade.
The fake War King sneered: "You're pretty tough. If you weren't, you'd be dead three steps after being hit by the Yama Powder. But you held on for half an hour. That's worth it; dying with someone to accompany me in death, my life is well spent."
And the other subordinates of Tang Zan were also showing signs of collapse.
Tang Zan staggered, finally using his sword to support himself on the execution platform so that he wouldn't fall.
Yet his words carried coldness and murderous intent, sending chills down the fake War King's spine.
"Hitting the road with you makes me sick."
No matter how much Tang Zan calculated, he didn't anticipate this foolish Emperor would have such a plot.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen into the trap.
