"Thank goodness! It hit in time!" Wang Yan let out a sharp breath of relief. Just a moment ago, he had felt the breath of death upon him. Fortunately, he had narrowly escaped that strike...
No!
He had not dodged it. Rather, why had the flying knife suddenly veered off wildly, as though it had lost the control of divine sense...?
But then!
"Aah!" Liu Wushuang screamed as the flying knife grazed his arm. His entire arm began rotting at an alarming speed, drawing scream after scream from him. Already, the stark white bones of his arm lay exposed...
"Brother Liu!" Wang Lihong cried out at the sight. Gritting his teeth, he stirred the gray light in his hand, forming a long saber of gray light, and slashed at Liu Wushuang's arm. With a crack, the arm was severed at the shoulder, and the whole rotting limb flew away...
"Thank you...!" Liu Wushuang hurriedly cried. The flying knife's poison was so vicious that, had Wang Lihong waited another breath or two, it would not merely have taken his arm-the corrosion would have swallowed his entire body...
Although he had lost an arm, growing it back would not be difficult if he could find some miraculous pills and medicines in the future...
It was better than losing his life...
But why had the Dark Cyan Poison Venerable suddenly stopped attacking?
There!
"!" Several dozen zhang away, the Dark Cyan Poison Venerable's face went slack. The dark green spiritual light in his eyes dimmed, and their luster gradually faded. His body actually began falling toward the ground...
What was going on?
At some unknown point, the Black Evil King had appeared several dozen zhang away from the Dark Cyan Poison Venerable. Countless enormous blood-red eyes covering his body sent out ring after