Pan Lohuan was still screaming from the pain of losing his arm. He flew away to put as much distance as possible from those black tentacles still devouring his torn arm.
Despite the pain distracting him, he was alerted by his Spirit Sense of incoming attacks from his back. He only had two legs to use as weapons, so his two feet spun behind him in a swirling motion. The wind caused by his legs swept the many flying knives targeting him. These flying knives were tossed away, except for four that flew back by themselves.
Pan Lohuan's feet kicked at these four. Upon direct contact, the four large knives shattered to pieces.
