His figure retreated rapidly until he was out of the battle circle. Looking at the rusted long knife in his hand and the expanding rust spots on his left wrist, Pei Yan's expression was shocked, with cold sweat streaming down. It seemed he had underestimated the opponent. He had enemies with seemingly bizarre attack methods, but didn't Demons have them too?
The person who had just ambushed him had actually reached out, grabbed his longsword steadily with one hand, and clutching his wrist with the other, and then the essence spread over the longsword disintegrated, causing the surface of the longsword and wrist to begin rusting.
Pei Yan was aware of the anticorrosion of his absorbed materials, so such large-scale corrosion violating common sense could only mean the opponent had used magic far beyond scientific reasoning. Even when the enemy's hands left his body, the rust condition continued to spread, forcing him to decisively sever his mechanical left arm for self-preservation.
