The heavy Laplace, along with Gao Yuanyi's arm, smashed heavily into the snow, creating a deep pit.
Unexpectedly, not a drop of blood flowed from Gao Yuanyi's cut wound.
The Demon King, while cutting with the Magic Sword, also used magic to cauterize Gao Yuanyi's wound.
Even if Gao Yuanyi picked up his arm, trying to reattach it using Potions or Healing, it wouldn't be an easy task.
Shifting his gaze with difficulty from the ruined chariot, Gao Yuanyi gritted his teeth, the Ghost Horn on his forehead rapidly growing, his eyes emitting a terrifying red light, with a glint of tears at the corners.
By now, he no longer wanted to run away.
After all, desperately fleeing, desperately fleeing, would only be like a zebra besieged by lions, no matter how hard he tried, ultimately unable to escape the lion's grasp.
Since that's the case, it's better to use all his strength to resist.
This zebra, even if he must die, wants to kick out a few of the lion's sharp teeth.
