Seeing his leg bone exposed from the gaping wound, the Day Patrol Deity let out a terrified wail.
The fear that emanated from the depths of his soul intertwined with the searing pain, relentlessly corroding his sanity.
The man, who had once prided himself on his unyielding resolve, now exhibited a frailty that fell short of even a timid woman, his cries sharp and piercing like a pig being slaughtered.
Listening to the Day Patrol Deity's wails, a trace of disdain flashed in the Mantis's eyes.
"Pathetic!"
"You can't even withstand this bit of pain, and you call yourself a man?"
The Mantis was utterly contemptuous of the Day Patrol Deity's behavior.
In the Mantis's view, wasn't losing arms and legs commonplace for martial artists?
Did a grown man really have to shriek like this?
Even women giving birth in period dramas didn't scream this loudly.
The Day Patrol Deity's wailing irked the Mantis, her gaze growing colder.
