Weakened state? Yan Xiaoyi raised an eyebrow, her gaze instinctively drifting toward the Demon Race Old Man.
Could this old fellow even manage it, she wondered?
"Swish!" Right at that moment, a blood-red figure flashed by, appearing directly behind the Old Man. With a single claw, it ripped off his heavily demonized, muscular arm, and greenish liquid instantly sprayed across the ground.
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