Zhou Yan's Divine Soul had suffered a near-destructive blow, the severity of which might not even be less than that of the Holy Daughter Jiang Yuning. Perhaps Zhou Yan survived only because he didn't experience that final lethal blow and hadn't truly lost his Three Souls.
Yet, Zhou Yan's heart felt an indescribable heaviness.
He simply held that skeletal arm in silence, staring at it in a daze.
In that instant of battle, Zhou Yan's Divine Soul couldn't clearly perceive everything, but he did see that the red-clothed woman was Yanyan.
The Flame Throne wasn't truly the Flame Throne, it was merely an arm that had derived into existence.
And this arm here had been destroyed.
So whose arm was it, truly? Was it Yanyan's, or someone else's? Or perhaps, was it the arm of that mysterious one-armed woman who had always left a deep impression on him?
If a severed arm had inherent Tai Chu Rune marks on it, then once severed, it would never grow back.
