Fu Mingfeng clutched his arm, blood still spurting.
His right arm was not completely severed, but sliced from the middle of the palm into two halves!
In other words, at this moment, one half of the arm still existed while the other half was gone, looking extremely gruesome.
Fu Mingfeng was indeed a ruthless man. This arm was useless at this moment, only full of severe pain. He gritted his teeth, a regular longsword appeared in his hand, directly slicing off the remaining half of the arm.
"Splatter!"
A lot of blood spurted out, yet Fu Mingfeng clutched it instantly, his complexion turned pale in an instant, and he gulped down a handful of pills.
"Elder Fu, you..."
Wei Ziyan's complexion changed repeatedly, the depths of his eyes showing a hint of ferocity and killing intent.
"Good, good, good!"
