Compared to losing an arm, suffering some flesh wounds could indeed be considered lucky.
Yang Xiao landed on another mountain stone, creating a significantly distant gap between himself and the white cat.
His eyes fixated on the white cat, never expecting it to launch a lethal attack without any warning.
Considering the previous unanticipated assault, Yang Xiao dared not let down his guard, as no one knew when the white cat might launch a second attack.
All Yang Xiao could do was remain vigilant, to the extent that he couldn't even feel the pain.
Even though blood continued to stream from his injured arm without any sign of stopping, he was like a statue forged of steel, not even furrowing his brow.
This was trivial compared to the hardships he had endured inside.
In the five years he was in there, only he knew the extent of the tribulations he faced.
However, Yang Xiao's caution proved to be in vain at that moment.
Now, the white cat's behavior appeared extremely odd.
