Chirp chirp!
Suddenly, the sound of countless birds crying erupted!
Secret Skill: Hundred Hawks Cry Together!
Under the shock, Yan Jue exerted his killer move with all his might.
But at this moment, the cry of the white bird lacked its usual sharpness, filled with a mournful wail, reminiscent of a cuckoo weeping blood.
Fang Xi looked up and saw the chains rattling, with a person bound at the end.
This person was disheveled, his clothes torn and tattered, but on crucial spots like the collarbones, neck, wrists, and ankles, he was shackled with enormous chains!
Even so, his movements were incredibly agile, managing to catch all of Yan Jue's desperate counterattacks.
Moreover, when the two figures separated, Yan Jue looked pale, staring at his right shoulder.
At that spot, half of his arm was gone, vanished without a trace...
Opposite.
Dugu Wuwang held a severed limb in his hand, and beneath his hair, two spots of scarlet light seemed to flicker.
