Ernst suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed drastically. "No, don't, Fang Heng..."
"Bang!"
Ernst's right arm exploded, instantly shattering into a mass of blood and flesh. Blood continuously poured out from the wound in his shoulder.
"Ah!"
Ernst let out a miserable scream. The intense pain made him unable to stand steadily, and he collapsed onto the ground. He shouted incoherently under the agony, his face frighteningly pale as large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.
"Let's go. Take me to Gu Qingzhu. Of course, if you still want to play around, I can keep you company for a while longer."
Fang Heng shrugged, stepped forward, and walked toward the rear gate.
Dormer's face was pale as he supported Ernst, who had lost an arm and looked ashen. He helped him up and followed behind.
This time, Ernst was truly terrified. Trembling, he walked forward with Dormer's support.
