There was no other way, Feng Ci could only let out a wretched scream.
"What have you done to me, why can't I use my True Qi, ah!"
As Feng Ci let out a piercing scream, his arm had already been severed from his body. As for Feng Ci himself, he directly fainted from the pain, his bloodied arm fell onto the chessboard with a thud, slowly the flesh and blood on the arm was cleansed and seemed to be absorbed by the chessboard, as it started to emit a demonic glow.
Lingxi couldn't bear to watch what happened next and burrowed into Long Yan's embrace, while the latter gently held Lingxi and watched the tragedy unfold below. Feng Ci, once intact, was excruciatingly awoken again by pain. The White Puppets showed not a hint of compassion, hacking at Feng Ci's body relentlessly like a slow death by a thousand cuts. The once unscathed Feng Ci was now drenched in his own blood, and he didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain.
