He forcefully wiped away the black blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, swung the Moon Concealing Arm Blade, and murmured, "What a pity..."
Even the well-traveled Zhou Hanyan was stunned by the scene before him, his eyebrows tightly knit, "These are prosthetic weapons... You have implants in your body? Aren't you a Mad Corpse Blood Code Carrier?"
Su Mo certainly wasn't going to foolishly explain his abilities to the enemy like some cartoon character, so he directly assumed a combat-ready stance.
Dongdong and Nuobai also continued to close in, forming a formation, ready to launch a second wave of attack.
At this moment, in Zhou Hanyan's eyes, Dongdong and Nuobai were no longer important. After the exchange just now, he had gauged their capabilities; possibly not to be underestimated alone, but together they were definitely not his match.
But Su Mo's situation was somewhat too bizarre.
