C31 (2/2)
”Hmph, you are too arrogant, big boss,” the golden-masked man's voice was filled with anger, ”Leave all the hard work to me, is that really okay?”
”Ah,” Wang Xiangyu groaned in pain. It was not only the physical pain, but also the pain that came from his soul.
”Tsk tsk, this right hand is probably quite strong as well.” The golden-masked man gently gripped Wang Xiangyu's right shoulder with his right hand. He didn't feel any blood flowing at all and frowned, ”There's nothing we can do. Twelfth Brother, bear with it.”
”Boss, do you still have a fresh arm?” Wang Xiangyu asked anxiously as he saw the situation.
”Take it.” The black shadow flashed again, leaving behind two fresh, bleeding arms.
Boss, you really have a sharp tongue. Let's begin.” The golden-masked man pulled out a scalpel from his waist, and with the momentum of cutting through a cow, he instantly took Wang Xiangyu's right arm. Before Wang Xiangyu could even cry out in pain, his right arm had already left his body.
The golden-masked man's dark blue armor emitted a faint golden light, ”The secret art of creating and reproducing.” A series of magical incantations were immediately formed under the golden-masked man's mouth, white steam emerged from the gap, the wound slowly healed, it was actually no different from the time before the broken arm.
”It's really convenient to have you,” the black shadow said as he floated between the eight altars. It was unknown whether he was ridiculing the golden-masked man or praising him.
The golden-masked man let out a hearty laugh. He ignored this almighty elder and continued with his task at hand.
Wahhh! Following the golden masked man's incantation, Wang Xiangyu's scattered soul flew around him and continuously fused into his body.
”How is it?”
The golden-masked man shook his head and said, ”His soul is breaking down too badly. If it wasn't for the fact that he had a strong spiritual force, he would have lost his soul long ago. But from the looks of it, it will take at least a year to recuperate.”
”There's no other way. Will you be in charge of the Snake Dowager first?”
”Hehe, I'll give it to Old Liu. I'm not his logistics unit,” the Golden Mask Man said disdainfully as he flashed into the crystal palace.
Wang Xiangyu propped up his dizzy head and respectfully bowed to the Ten Thousand Snakes' Divine Altar.
”Have you brought the items back?”
”Cough cough, I'm over here.” Wang Xiangyu still hadn't fully recovered from his shock. With one hand covering his head and the other taking out a box from his chest, he threw it in the direction of the shadow.
After the black shadow received the item, it spoke in an indifferent tone, ”The lord will be proud of you.”
”Big brother?”
”What's wrong?”
”Did you rescue me from the battlefield?” Although his elder brother's ability was terrifying, he was still not sure about this.
”So what? But you still can't completely control it. Some cracks have appeared in space, so that's why your arm was injured.” With that, the black shadow disappeared along with the wind.
Hearing his big brother's words, Wang Xiangyu was slightly stunned. He muttered to himself, ”I didn't think that you had already grasped this ability. The heaven and earth are about to change.”
In the blink of an eye, Wang Xiangyu closed the door to the Hall of Ten Thousand Snakes, leaving the Twelve Holy Pillars alone to protect Sytry's hinterland.