403 Battling Ják

The two never expected such a turn of events. No matter how fast Zhou Wen retreated, his hand was quickly stained by the blood mist as Zheng Tianlun fell to the ground and screamed.

In a forest in the suburbs, Ják revealed a mocking smile. How could he place his hopes on others? He made Zheng Tianlun firmly believe that he needed Zhou Wen's hair. Only then would Zheng Tianlun be able to fool Zhou Wen because even Zheng Tianlun himself believed that it was real. Others wouldn't be able to see through the flaws.

"Old pal, it's been a while since we got some exercise. It's time to come out and get some exercise." As Ják spoke, a sanguine aura on him surged and condensed into a blood-colored clown Life Soul.

The blood-colored clown Life Soul came in front of Ják. Ják pulled out the strand of Zheng Tianlun's hair from the puppet and gave it to the clown Life Soul.