As it turned out, the person severely injured by the arm was known as Fifteen. That was probably his ranking.
Feng Wu gave Huyan Yichen a warning look.
Huyan Yichen realized that now wasn't the time to be baffled.
Thump!
The arm struck out.
The hidden weapons were only add-ons, and its most lethal force relied on the punch.
The intermediate Spiritual Overlord felt as if he was being crushed by a mountain. He screamed in pain.
"Fifteen!"
The Spiritual Overlord kicked the door open and rushed into the room.
"Fifteen!"
His eyes turned bloodshot red when he saw what was going on.
For he saw Fifteen, his friend, lying on the ground and staring at him with wide open eyes.
"Argh!" He bellowed and spared no effort.
The bellow of an intermediate Spiritual Overlord wasn't that easy to withstand.
