A divine weapon of the Desolate Level!
Just like that, it was severed, without even the slightest resistance; even the fractured edge was extremely neat and smooth.
The Heavy Divine Sword still did not stop.
It plunged into Zhao Jingzhe's right arm as easily as a knife through cake. Once inside, blood spurted wildly, a crimson spread, a mist of blood floated in the air, and Zhao Jingzhe's right arm was gruesomely severed.
"Ahhh..." Zhao Jingzhe was in so much pain he nearly passed out. Trembling, he stumbled backward, collapsing to the ground, his face ashen. Clutching his right arm stump with his left hand, his mind completely shattered.
Upon the Martial Training Field, it was as if an ice age had descended!
Completely frozen.
All that remained were pairs of blank eyes and bodies motionless as if they were statues.
