"Frost blows on the peak, break!"
A beam of golden light pierces through the Nine Heavens.
Wen Ting takes on a fingertip strike, his neck bursts with a bloody hole, taking half of his chin with it.
At this moment, even the Great Tribulation of the Ancestral God's Destruction felt a shock, evidently noticing the dispersal of the tribulation endurer's body, spirit, and will, no need for further thunder calamities to descend.
Yet a blue Saint Xin is cut down.
The sword pointed out by Wen Ting transforms into a slender frost sword, and as he is being shattered himself, it slashes across the sky directly severing Saint Xin's arm.
"Sizzle!"
Blood sprays.
The five regions collectively gawk.
Even Saint Xin finds it hard to believe, this actor is so resolute, betting life and death to sever his own arm.
In a hurry, He flips over, invoking the Power of Divinity, directly turning his severed arm into an avatar, barely maintaining the World Sealing Chains.
