The north wind whistled!
Han Caldwell walked on the snow.
Every step was exceedingly difficult!
He frowned, his expression grave!
Underestimated the enemy, careless!
Cost him an arm!
Since leaving Swimming City, this was the first time Han Caldwell suffered such a severe injury!
But the Undead Tribe's self-healing ability is truly astounding.
Even with a severed arm, it can still recover quickly.
Yet, what frightened Han Caldwell the most was the blackened marks on the wound.
The muscles that should have healed rapidly seemed withered, completely lifeless.
Recalling the two blackened blades in Logan Channing's hands, his face turned somber!
"What on earth is that thing!"
Not only did he fail to find evidence of Ocean Academy's collusion with the outside, but he also lost an arm, utterly humiliated!
"Mr. Caldwell, will those people catch up?"
The few martial artists accompanying him shivered with fear.
