Ah...
The masked man let out a miserable scream as he suddenly discovered that one of his arms had disappeared, with scarlet blood gushing out, making an eerie sight.
Before he could do anything, his other arm also fell off.
Moreover, it seemed as if countless ants were crawling within his body, making him feel worse than death.
Crack!
The masked man's two legs also broke off, and he knelt to the ground with a thud.
"How do you want to die?" The chilling voice made the masked man shiver.
"Please... please, don't kill me."
The masked man begged.
He never expected that with his high level of strength, he would be like a child unable to truss a chicken in front of Ye Qingtian, crushed like an ant.
He was full of fear, as if confessing to a demon.
Ye Qingtian glanced at him, "Since you won't choose your method of death, let me choose for you."
Puff!
One of the masked man's legs separated from his body, blood splattering.
The other leg also separated.
