In modern medicine, if a severed limb was properly preserved, there was still a certain chance it could be reattached through medical treatment and function normally. Though this world had gone down another extreme, the mysteries of martial arts were unfathomable, with all manner of mysterious powers emerging one after another. It was not impossible to reattach an arm.
But regardless of the method, one first had to have an arm that belonged to oneself. It was not as though, like in the myths, one could use lotus roots as a human body, was it?
This was not Nezha, nor was there a Taiyi Zhenren.
Yet no matter how shocked the outsiders were, Su Hongtu's arm was certainly gone. The gaping maw of the Evil Weapon had crunched it into minced scraps; it could not be pieced back together even if one tried.
Just as everyone was overwhelmed by complicated emotions and had no idea where matters were headed, they saw that after devouring Su Hongtu's arm clean, the Evil Weapon that had been floating in midair began transforming again. This time, however, it did not become a weapon, but a bare arm brimming with masculine vigor.
It looked exactly like the arm Su Hongtu had just cut off, without the slightest difference.
This sudden development finally eased the tension of the onlookers. It seemed Su Hongtu had not gone mad after all; there was some hidden mystery here that they simply had not comprehended.
Meng Zhao suddenly understood. So this was what was meant by the Evil Weapon entering the body. Su Hongtu had actually made use of the Evil Weapon's ability to transform in countless ways, treating it as one of his own arms.
Even more remarkably, Su Hongtu had fed his arm to the Evil Weapon, using