"Lord Ming!"
The sudden flash of blood made everyone Su Ming had rescued cry out in terror.
That included Bai Ruxiang, Bai Xiaoyan, and Xu Yanyan.
Even Wang Yihan, who Lord Crow had seized by the throat and lifted into the air, revealed a look of terror in her eyes despite her pain.
But none of this could change the fact that Su Ming had suffered a grievous injury.
"I'll be taking this right hand."
Lord Crow spoke those words calmly.
Before him, Su Ming, whose right arm had been completely severed, staggered backward as if struck by lightning, retreating step by step amid spurting blood.
The next second, Su Ming fell.
Blood dyed the ground beneath him red, and a shocking crimson stain gradually spread outward.
"Hmm?"
Just then, Lord Crow, who had been wearing an indifferent expression, suddenly let out a suspicious cry. Without thinking, he instantly flashed backward.
"Bang—!"
A sound tore through the air. A figure appeared at the spot where Lord Crow had been a moment earlier and threw a powerful punch.
The shock wave shook violently.
Yet the punch struck empty air.
"Did you notice?"
Su Ming appeared and spoke with unmistakable regret.
"Lord Ming!"
Everyone was both delighted and stunned by the sight.
Only Lord Crow looked at the "Su Ming" lying on the ground, then at the "right arm" he held in his hand.
How could that be an arm?
It was clearly just a bundle of straw!
Even the "Su Ming" lying in the pool of blood gradually transformed into a bundle of straw—or rather, a scarecrow.
It was none other than the Substitute Scarecrow, the alchemy tool Su Ming had used more than once before.
No, that wasn't right.
The scarecrow used this time was different from the one he