After only a few breaths, Tang San's face had begun to turn faintly pale.
In contrast, the Angel Wings behind Huo Yuhao were rapidly repairing themselves at a visible rate. Even the bones in his left arm, which Tang San had violently shattered, were quickly healing.
Even Huo Yuhao could not help but marvel at just what kind of heavenly life Tang San had lived back then.
The life-devouring effect of the Eight Spider Lances was fucking unreasonable!
"Hah!"
Tang San let out a low roar and suddenly pulled the Angel of Death Blade to the left with both hands, shifting its tip away from his heart.
Huo Yuhao then fiercely drove the blade in. But what it struck was not Tang San's heart, but the shoulder blade Huo Yuhao had already slashed earlier.
Crack—
Huo Yuhao could clearly feel that his sword had firmly pierced the socket of Tang San's shoulder blade. He abruptly twisted the wrist holding the Angel of Death Blade in another direction and flicked the sword tip upward.
Swish—
The next moment, Huo Yuhao directly severed Tang San's left arm with the Angel of Death Blade and flung it away.
There was no longer any excess expression on Tang San's face. All that remained was Killing Intent so calm it had reached the extreme. Even when Huo Yuhao sent his left arm flying with a single strike, his expression did not change in the slightest.
Yes. From the moment Tang San had pulled the blade to the left, he had already accepted the price of having his left arm severed by Huo Yuhao.
But what exactly was Tang San preparing, to make someone like him willing to pay the price of an arm?
The next moment, Tang San extended his right hand and wiped it