That afternoon, the news of Han Hui vomiting three liters of blood spread like wildfire.
It was said that after receiving the letter, Han Hui was so enraged that his heart was attacked, unable to control his injury any longer. The Heavenly Human Decline worsened and was on the brink of being completely out of control.
In no time, turmoil erupted across the city and waves spread across the Four Seas, causing the entire East City Wilderness Market to grind to a halt. Everyone was on edge, almost sparking internal chaos.
"What do you think?"
Chen Xingzhou asked over the phone.
"I'm sitting in a wheelchair watching, how else am I supposed to see it?" Ji Jue said coolly while eating dinner, chopsticks moving, "Weak psychological resilience, can't handle the pressure, can you blame anyone else?"
