No one expected that Ou Zheng would be so bold.
Things took an unexpected turn. His small knife surprisingly plunged smoothly into an arm, and then a large amount of liquid gushed out from the arm.
The liquid carried a nauseating smell of blood, yet it wasn't regular blood. Black, white, red, yellow, purple, green, blue, gray—all sorts of mixed colors sprayed out from the wound, instantly drenching Ou Zheng into a "bloody" person.
However, before Ou Zheng could get excited, the arm suddenly twisted bizarrely, grabbing Ou Zheng's wrist in a reverse joint posture that humans couldn't achieve!
Then... without any visible movement, it merely squeezed gently, and Ou Zheng's right hand was directly severed at the wrist!
His wrist was instantly crushed to pieces!
"Ah!!!!"
The pain and terror brought Ou Zheng back to his senses. He fell to the ground, rolling and crawling away from the arm's attack range.
