But at this moment, he no longer had a second choice.
If he couldn't withstand that sword light, even if it didn't kill him on the spot, it would certainly not change the outcome of his demise.
At the moment of life and death, the desire to survive drove the Nine Blades Barbarian Saint to make the most correct decision.
Only to see the flame armor on his body suddenly detach, acting like a shield in front of him.
Then all five limbs severed, splitting into six parts shooting in different directions.
He was betting, betting that after his limbs were severed, his essence would be divided into six, and that sword light in a hurry would only follow one path of essence to slash.
Thus, as long as it wasn't the torso being slashed, he could reassemble the limbs and escape the disaster.
And indeed, he won the bet.
