"Ahhhhh!!"
When Lyle saw that the two arms on the black scythe, he realized that his arms were gone.
After a while, he felt intense pain.
Lyle howled in pain.
He even lay on the ground and rolled around in pain.
This could not be helped. Anyone who had their arms cut off would feel the same.
After all, they were humans and could feel pain. Unlike Flanders, who was just a scarecrow and could not feel any pain, even if he was in flames, he would not feel the slightest bit of pain.
At most, the flames would burn away the straws on his body.
However, this flaw had already been solved by Flanders's Demonic God's Body.
Not to mention ordinary flames, even extremely sharp swords and magic attacks with high damage would not be able to break through his defense.
Lyle was still howling in pain.
Then, he felt a wave of pressure, knowing that someone was standing in front of him.
Lyle opened his eyes in pain.
