Two legs stood stiffly on the ground, and the blood that gushed out sprayed outward in a jet-like manner, its color tinged with black.
Immediately afterward, the Cannibal Player spat a mouthful of blood, his arms—which had been about to lift—dropped limply. He stared at Xu Huo with shock and hatred, "When did you poison me!"
Xu Huo didn't answer the question; instead, he said, "Tell me, what cards did you get?"
The Cannibal Player, weak all over, barely managed to hold his body upright, doing his best to avoid touching the surrounding secant lines. "If I tell you, will you let me go?"
Xu Huo slightly shifted his angle, blocking He Xiaoxiao's view behind him, and promised, "I can. Having so many cards is useless to me; I just want to know what the card faces represent."
"Keep in mind, you only have one chance."
He raised his hand, his index finger lightly tapping the secant line ahead, causing one of the lines to tighten and shift to the Cannibal Player's throat.
