In a guest room, the naked Li Huowang sat in a wooden tub, holding a triangular spike with his sole remaining arm, taking deep breaths in preparation for something.
"Huff... huff... huff..." Li Huowang breathed slowly, calming the nervousness in his heart.
Once he had completely calmed down, Li Huowang stuffed a folded cotton towel into his mouth and then raised the triangular spike in his hand.
Blood flowed from the wound into the bathwater in the tub, staining a large area red.
Li Huowang, with veins bulging on his forehead, paid no attention to the excruciating pain that nearly caused him to faint; he kept digging shakily.
It took a great effort to locate his stomach, trying to puncture it to see what was inside.
However, Li Huowang suddenly realized that he only had one hand now and simply couldn't perform such a task.
