"Ah!"
Kong Zheng fell to the ground, watching the dark Qi continuously spread over his palm, dissolving his body starting from the hand.
As he watched his body being slowly dissolved, he could only scream in agony.
"Chop off his hand!" Sun Yuzhen shouted, rushing over himself; with a twist of his Primordial Spirit's power, he severed Kong Zheng's right arm at the elbow.
"My hand! My hand!" Kong Zheng, shocked and frightened, stared at his severed hand, reaching out to grab it, but Sun Yuzhen blocked him immediately.
"Don't touch it! It's already been targeted by demonic Qi. If we don't sever your hand, you will die!"
Kong Zheng's eyes widened as he watched his severed hand gradually get dissolved by the dark Qi until it completely vanished into thin air.
Similar scenes were occurring throughout the arena.
The teachers began organizing rescue operations with students, and in the distance, flashes of light were seen approaching – it was support from Dao School.
