Lin Xing Luan gave a bitter smile, and with a palm strike, collided with the oncoming claws.
This final blow was also his last act of defiance; he absolutely wouldn't just stand by and wait for death.
"Ah... Ah!"
When intense pain shot through his arm, he couldn't help but let out a wretched scream as his body was sent flying backward, crashing into a mound and creating a ten-foot deep crater, burying him within.
At that moment, the clanspeople who had witnessed this scene hurried toward Lin Xing Luan.
They arrived at the edge of the mound, their palms digging away the soil covering Lin Xing Luan.
They saw his face pale to the extreme, his entire arm severed, blood slowly seeping from the wound and quickly soaking his robe.
Seeing Lin Xing Luan unconscious and grievously injured, but still breathing, the clanspeople desperately shouted his name.
