Chapter 1255: Severed Arm
A strong gust of wind dispersed the dust and smoke. By the bright moonlight, one could clearly see a large pit on the ground. At the very center of the pit lay a woman.
The woman's hair was disheveled, and she was covered in blood. At this moment, she had not yet lost her life, as she was struggling to rise from the deep pit. However, from her wretched state, it was clear that her injuries were severe. Although not dead yet, she was probably not far from it.
Seeing the woman still able to stand after suffering such severe injuries, the faces of the Corpse-Controlling Gate members present couldn't help but change. They had assumed she would have completely lost her combat ability after taking that last full-force blow. Unexpectedly, she was still able to stand, which truly astonished them.
"Hmph, I didn't expect you could still stand. This time, I'll chop off your legs. Let's see if you can stand up again then!"
The man who had just spoken spoke again, his tone filled with intense hatred. From his expression and tone as he spoke, it was clear he wasn't joking; he genuinely intended to chop off the woman's legs.
The man said it, and he did it. After his words fell, he didn't hesitate in the slightest. His body transformed into a streak of gray light and charged towards the woman in the deep pit.
The other Corpse-Controlling Gate members present did not intervene when they saw this, because they also wanted to eliminate the woman, and their hatred for her was no less than the man's. Thus, they had no reason whatsoever to stop him. However, some people looked at the man with disdain, adopting an expression ready to enjoy the show.
"Come on then! If I'm afraid of you, then I'm not your granny!"
Boom! ! !
The instant the magic array formed, the man's attack slammed into it. If the magic array hadn't coalesced in time, the man's attack would have directly struck the woman.
The man was not the strongest person present, but he was the one who hated the woman the most, the one who most wanted her to die quickly. Precisely because of this, he couldn't wait to attack her.
However, at this moment, the man was also an arrow at the end of its flight. His physical condition was not much better than the woman's. Thus, the attack he launched against the woman was very ordinary, merely a pure power strike, with very limited might.
Of course, the magic array the woman conjured at this moment also had limited power. Although it released formidable power fluctuations, it was, after all, hastily formed by her and lacked external reinforcement. It couldn't compare to a meticulously arranged magic array. However, it was indeed superior to the man's method.
The gray light slammed into the magic array, and the roar reverberated throughout the valley. The magic array shuddered violently under the impact, but it did not shatter. Instead, the gray light released by the man dispersed completely as its power was exhausted.
When the man saw that his attack had not harmed the woman in the slightest, and had not even breached the magic array she had hastily conjured, his face instantly turned exceedingly grim. After all, he had just spouted harsh threats, but reality had delivered a stinging slap to his face. How could his expression possibly be good?
. . . . "Damn it! I truly don't believe I can't finish you off today!"
The man cursed loudly again and spouted more threats. In this situation, he could only resort to such methods to salvage his face, though this act of burying his head in the sand was nothing but self-deception.
Before the man could make another move, an impatient curse suddenly resounded behind him.
"Get lost! Useless trash!"
As the voice fell, a figure had already appeared before the magic array the woman had temporarily conjured. This person's five fingers had formed into claws, with sharp, long nails like razor-sharp blades. He clawed down at the magic array before him.
The magic array that had successfully blocked the man's attack, was unable to stop this person's claw. Before this person's claw, the magic array the woman had hastily conjured was as fragile as rotten rags, easily torn apart, transforming into specks of spiritual light and vanishing.
The person who attacked was not tall, and his figure was quite slender. However, the power erupting from within him was formidable. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to break through the magic array so easily.
The man behind him saw this person tear apart the magic array with a single claw. Coupled with the insulting remarks made before the attack, his face distorted with rage. If he had the strength to kill the other party, he would undoubtedly attack without hesitation to kill this person, even if this person was one of their own. But the problem was that he didn't possess such strength, so he could only clench his teeth and forcefully suppress the anger in his heart.
The person who attacked didn't care at all what the man was thinking at this moment, because he had never taken the man seriously to begin with. How could he possibly care about the man's thoughts? After successfully tearing the magic array, he showed no intention of stopping, and with a cold sneer, he launched a fierce assault on the woman.
Severely wounded, the woman had no ability to parry this person's attacks. She was forced to retreat step by step by the person's relentless onslaught. In just a few breaths, the woman was pressed to the ground by this person, and her fair, white neck was tightly clutched.
"Stop, she's mine! I must kill her with my own hands!"
The man with the broken arm saw that the woman was about to die at the hands of the short, thin man, and immediately his expression turned anxious, and he spoke to stop him. The other people present, upon hearing this, aside from a few who were on good terms with him and shook their heads helplessly, all looked at the man with the broken arm with an expression as if they were watching an idiot.
The man with the broken arm ignored the contemptuous gazes of the others. As his voice of protest rang out, he charged towards the short, thin man's position. It seemed he truly wanted to kill the woman before the short, thin man could deliver the killing blow.
The short, thin man looked at the charging man with the broken arm with a cold sneer. With one hand still clutching the woman's neck, his other hand fiercely swung towards the charging man with the broken arm. A streak of gray light shot out like lightning, instantly hitting the man with the broken arm, sending him flying.
"Pfft!"
The man with the broken arm fell to the ground, spitting out large mouthfuls of fresh blood. His entire aura instantly became weak and listless, looking as if he didn't have long to live.
Facing the short, thin man's attack, the man with the broken arm didn't not want to dodge. It was because the gray light was simply too fast. Severely wounded, he had no ability to dodge it at all, and thus took the full force of the blow.
. . . . He was already severely wounded, and now he had taken such a powerful blow. His body naturally couldn't withstand it. Thus, he spat out large mouthfuls of fresh blood, and his aura became incredibly weak. If he hadn't grit his teeth and desperately held on, he would surely have fallen unconscious by now!
"If you don't have the ability, don't pretend you do. For the sake of our shared sect, I didn't try to kill you. If you still don't know what's good for you, then I'll have to send you out of this world. Believe me, I can follow through with my words!"
The short, thin man watched the man with the broken arm's expression and reaction. His face openly showed an expression of disdain. After a cold snort from his mouth, he withdrew his gaze and looked back at the woman he was still firmly pressing to the ground.
"Heh heh, not to mention how beautiful you are, but you're actually a rare Array Master. Such a prime specimen as you is hard to come by. If it weren't for the dead orders from above to eliminate you, I'd really want to keep you and train you well. What a pity. . ."
The short, thin man licked his lips, shaking his head with an expression of regret. Immediately after, his right hand, still gripping the woman, suddenly exerted force. It seemed he was preparing to strangle the woman to death!
However, at this very moment, a black gleam suddenly flashed past, piercing through the short, thin man's arm that was clutching the woman.
The short, thin man realized something. His facial expression stiffened, and then he looked at his right hand in disbelief. Under his gaze, his right hand had been cleanly severed and detached from his body. A large amount of fresh blood sprayed from the wound.
The short, thin man's face instantly changed drastically. Without time to think further, his body sharply recoiled, putting distance between himself and the woman on the ground. While mobilizing his power to seal the wound, he simultaneously searched for traces of his enemy!
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