In the pitch-black void, a black-robed figure suddenly appeared, as though some creature lurking in the darkness had spat him out. Bathed in blood, he floated in the emptiness.
Only after quite a while did the black-robed man recover a trace of awareness from his daze.
"What kind of undead was that, to be so powerful..." His eyes were unfocused as he recalled what had happened not long ago, and a chill ran through him.
A burst of pain came from his right arm.
"Hiss—" The black-robed man sucked in a breath and removed the tattered black robe from his body.
A strange bronze gear mask covered his face, concealing his features. His upper body was lean and long, but it was now covered in all manner of tears and lacerations. His right arm in particular had had a huge chunk of flesh torn away, exposing the bone beneath.
Most horrifying of all, the shattered bone fragments were covered in black fluid. It was rapidly corroding his right hand.
"Looks like there's no other way." He looked at his nearly severed right arm and made a decision.
A cold flash streaked past, and he directly cut off his right arm, tossing it into the endless void below.
With the black fluid present, his severed hand would likely be completely devoured before long. Thus, even if he discarded it, he did not need to worry about his blood information being exposed.
Looking at his empty right arm, he let out a breath. A faint gleam flickered in his eyes, then the broken bone began to grow. Flesh wriggled like worms, covering the bone. In less than half a minute, his right arm had fully regenerated.
However, compared to the arm he had lost, this newly grown one looked thinner and paler.