"Qingyu..."
Jiang Er looked at him worriedly, seeming as though she wanted to say something more.
An Qingyu shook his head and smiled at her. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
He returned to the table and stared at the arm floating in the dark yellow liquid. Taking a deep breath, he clenched his left hand in the air, and a sharp Frost Greatsword condensed in his palm. It slashed toward his right arm like lightning!
Rip—!
The blade flashed, and An Qingyu's right arm was severed instantly. It hit the floor with a dull thud as blood gushed from the wound.
An Qingyu's face turned slightly pale, but his expression did not change in the slightest. With his left hand, he directly fished the contaminated arm out of the liquid and pressed it against the stump of his right arm!
That arm had originally belonged to An Qingyu, so his body did not reject it much after it was reattached. Muscle tissue flowed and reconnected it to An Qingyu's torso.
The arm covered in fleshy tumors thrashed wildly out of control. Its five suction-cup tentacles spread rapidly in all directions like beasts breaking free of their cage. A ruthless glint flashed in An Qingyu's eyes, and the blade flashed again, severing those tentacles at their roots!
As the arm merged with his body, bizarre tumors began swelling across An Qingyu's body. The contamination within that arm was rapidly taking over his flesh!
At the same time, frenzied whispers echoed by his ears!
The whispers were not loud, but there were far too many of them. It was as if countless fingernails surrounded An Qingyu's head, endlessly scraping against a blackboard. The teeth-grating shrieks overlapped like enormous waves, battering his mind again and again!
"Roar!!!" An Qingyu's eyes instantly turned blood-red.