Above the Ancient Divine Abyss.
The scene was extremely bizarre.
Xiao Yi slightly raised his head, his eyes like knives, with a powerful and vigorous posture that stirred wild winds and a battle intent that shook the heavens. His narrow eyes flashed with cold light, gazing ahead with full alertness.
And in front of him...
A pale severed arm stood suspended in mid-air.
This was merely an arm severed from the shoulder, quietly floating in the air with nearly perfect muscular lines.
It did not have the purely muscular force that most Martial Clan experts possessed, leading to veins protruding like dragons, nor did it have muscle masses like lead blocks. It conveyed a feeling of extreme harmony, a perfect blend of power and beauty.
One person.
One severed arm.
Yet, they seemed like two mighty armies confronting each other.
No noisy horses neighing.
No deafening war drums beating.
Nor a towering killing intent...
But...
