His Arm, Severed

Faced with the True Lord Divine Power, heavy as a mountain, Yumu fell straight into despair.

He didn't even stop to wonder why a True Lord had suddenly appeared—and why that True Lord had attacked him!

In his despair, Yumu slumped to the side, having completely lost the will to fight back.

Shen Fan, on the other hand, wasn't about to sit around and wait for death. Looking up at the hand blotting out the sky, he wore an eager, almost itching-to-try expression.

From what Shen Fan could sense, that so-called True Lord Divine Power didn't seem completely impossible to break?!

"We'll be able to activate the teleportation in one more breath, right? So all we have to do is hold this thing off, and we can leave?!"

Shen Fan remained calm in the face of danger. He turned to Yumu, his expression serene.

But Yumu wasn't reassured by Shen Fan's composure. Instead, he replied mechanically, as if he'd lost his mind. "Hold off a True Lord? How? With the two of us, a pair of True Realm ants?

"Are you crazy, or am I? How could that possibly work?

"It's over. Let it all burn. I, Yumu, have finally fallen in this little Origin World..."

Yumu's endless muttering made Shen Fan furrow his brow, but he quickly put it out of his mind.

Focusing intently on the True Lord's enormous hand overhead, Shen Fan smiled with confidence. "A True Lord is invincible? I doubt that. Today, I'll see for myself whether this so-called True Lord Divine Power really is impossible to counter!"

"Come on. Fight!"

Shen Fan slowly raised his right hand, then clenched it into a fist.

Outside the formation, a purple divine arm rapidly took shape, then made the same movement as Shen Fan.

Shen Fan bent