The bloody arm was incredibly eerie; the Wuliang Taoist lay motionless on the ground, uncertain if he was dead or alive.
"What kind of creature's arm is that?" Lin Feng and Huangfu Qingtian had halted their battle and were both gazing at the arm.
The arm floated in mid-air, and the five fingers could actually move.
Seeing this, Lin Feng felt a chill run down his spine.
This arm had been severed who knows how many years ago, and its owner was probably already buried by the river of history.
Why.
Could this arm move?
Generally speaking,
When a body part, be it a hand or leg,
is chopped off,
it loses the Power of Life.
Let alone that the owner is dead already, even if the owner were still alive,
a severed hand or leg would lose its Life Aura.
But clearly, what was happening now went against all common sense, making everything appear extremely eerie, so much so that Lin Feng felt a sensation of hair-raising fear.
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