The blood in Kane's body was boiling, and some blood-red particles were already seeping out from his pores, floating in the air.
This blood, like strands of red silk, surged towards the blood-red energy group in the enemy's hand.
The King of Cannibals, with his grotesque giant mouth wide open, let out a piercing, hoarse laugh.
"Hahaha, ant, how do you feel now? I will slowly draw out the blood from your body like silk thread and turn you into a mummy in front of your people."
With a sneer, the King of Cannibals exerted more force on the claw holding the blood-red energy group, channeling energy towards the center.
The blood in Kane's body, like iron chunks, was fiercely attracted out by a powerful magnet.
The King of Cannibals observed Kane's expression and slightly trembling arms and increased the strength in his other hand holding the golden trident.
"How does it feel? The weakness is invading your heart, prepare to..."
