By the time Master Danyang came to his senses, he realized that his left arm, which should have been severed, had actually regrown.
Just as he attempted to move, he was shocked to discover that he was trapped on an iron bed, with tough, wide cloth straps firmly binding his limbs, rendering him completely immobile.
Master Danyang ceaselessly formed hand seals and recited incantations, trying to use some other divine skill, but nothing seemed to be effective.
He had now become like a pig on the chopping block, at the mercy of anyone.
This feeling made him feel deeply humiliated; since killing someone with a broken sword at the age of ten, he had never been reduced to such a state.
"Who is it! Who exactly is using this blinding spell on me!" Master Danyang roared furiously at the woman in front of him, his expression twisted.
