A severed arm thus fell to the ground.
The screams of a ninth-rank Yin God from the Underworld, when heard by ordinary people, still sounded extremely chilling.
Fu Hong grasped the Wolf Fang Club in one hand.
His legs kept scrambling backwards in retreat.
The intense pain from his left shoulder caused him to break out in a cold sweat!
He didn't know how many years it had been since he last sweated coldly, but this time not only did he sweat, the sweat caused by the pain had even soaked his Underworld official's robe.
He stared at the severed arm on the ground and willed it to reattach to his body.
However, at that moment.
The gleaming silver blade of the Demon-slaying Sword appeared in front of him.
The sight of the sword made Fu Hong reflexively take another step back.
As he stepped back, he realized.
The Demon-slaying Sword was not aimed at him, but at the severed arm on the ground!
Pu-chi——
