Han Zhan was dragged out by Jiang Huo.
In Jiang Huo's hand, Han Zhan couldn't resist at all and was dragged along while being scolded all the way.
They arrived at a tribe with many houses.
Quite a few people were drawn by the sight.
Someone jested, "Jiang Huo, still don't believe in misfortune? Didn't you already send him to jail? What's the point of dragging him out again?"
"I've told you long ago, no one can cure this illness, why won't you believe it!"
"Your daughter is human, we are human too, everyone who gets this illness will die sooner or later, no one can escape."
Jiang Huo listened to the rumors around him and turned his head angrily, shouting at them, "All of you shut up!"
As he spoke, a fierce wind arose.
The massive roar made the houses tremble.
Han Zhan, still in Jiang Huo's grip, was bleeding from his orifices, looking utterly defeated.
Han Zhan could be certain that Jiang Huo was definitely beyond Tier Eight, perhaps even Tier Nine.
