"Hahaha, with your arm severed, let's see how you can escape now?" The leader in black laughed heartily, his face full of a sinister smile.
"Uncle, does it hurt a lot?" Little Yaoyao cried sorrowfully.
Pearl-like tears fell down.
Zhou Shijun tried hard to muster a smile and said, "Uncle doesn't hurt, Uncle will take the little girl away from here."
Zhou Shijun directly grabbed the severed arm.
A flame surged out of his body and enveloped the severed arm.
All of a sudden.
The severed arm burned fiercely.
As it burned, it actually formed twisting runes.
Zhou Shijun undoubtedly intended to use some powerful means to escape.
The leader in black also guessed Zhou Shijun's intention, looking indifferent, he swung the giant sword in his hand, intending to cut Zhou Shijun down.
At this time, Zhou Shijun's severed arm had completely turned into runes.
