On the Sky Screen.
Ye Zong shouted for them to leave him, but Nie Li could never truly abandon him.
He had already gathered wind snow law power around his fist, ready to strike back.
Without so much as a change of expression or a quickened heartbeat, the Demon Lord seized one of his arms and viciously tore it off.
Blood poured like a waterfall, and Ye Zong's screams grew ever more agonized.
Everyone present paled at the sight.
Ye Ziyun's eyes went wide when she saw it. Her beloved father had just had an arm torn off.
The horrific sight left her hoarse from sobbing and screaming.
Snow suddenly began to fall from the sky.
Ye Mo had returned.
The sight of his son having an arm torn off made Ye Mo yearn to strip the Demon Lord's tendons and flay him alive, but the most important thing now was to get his son back.
The Demon Lord laughed at him. From a child to an old man, and still the same old words.
His grip on Ye Zong slowly tightened. He was curious to see just how they intended to keep him here.
Ye Zong was suffering tremendous pain, yet all he could think about was having them disregard his safety and kill the Demon Lord first. That would rid Glory City of a great scourge.
Then, even if he descended beneath the Yellow Springs, he could close his eyes in peace.
The Demon Lord squeezed harder and harder, praising Ye Zong for truly being Ye Mo's son. Even in this state, he could still speak. Was he not suffering enough?
With those words, the Demon Lord effortlessly tore off his remaining arm as well.
Ye Mo could no longer hold himself together.
When Ye Ziyun saw her