Zhi Yang's speed in fleeing was swift, but Bai Qi's Sword Qi was swifter. In the instant he turned sideways, an arm was severed.
His left arm pierced through the void, blood splattering!
"Ah!"
Zhi Yang covered the severed arm with his right hand, sweat beading on his forehead as his cries of agony reverberated through the heavens and earth.
He desperately circulated his Saintly power, attempting to recreate an arm, only to discover that a massive amount of murderous aura remained in the wound, having penetrated his flesh, utterly impossible to remove or heal.
Thus rendered a cripple, his combat power drastically reduced.
"Courting death!"
After Zhi Yang's injury, Wanjun, who had been the only one not to act, couldn't sit still. His fingers pinched together, and countless magnificent God Mountains appeared in the firmament, possessing the power of Wanjun, hurling towards Bai Qi.
The already shattered space suffered further devastation, disintegrating into ash.
