Mo Cong's arm was not only a bloody mess, but even the bones had been burned and completely deformed, as if the arm had been thrown into high temperatures for incineration.
The ugly and terrifying appearance made many people's hearts tremble involuntarily.
Mo Cong's cultivation level was on par with Fengming Qingshan's.
But he seemed to be more severely injured because when Fengming Qingshan was attacked, he was fully defending.
Whereas Mo Cong was entirely on the offensive, barely doing anything in defense.
On the other side, Fengming Qingshan's situation was also very bizarre. Clearly, Ling Xiao hadn't attacked him, yet he suddenly fell to the ground, teetering on the brink of death, bleeding from the seven orifices, looking utterly miserable.
"I've told you before, if you don't attack, you could still live. But once you attack me, you'll only be digging your own grave."
Ling Xiao said with a slight smile.
"Why, why, why did it turn out this way?"
