Fresh blood traced a graceful arc through the air, and a bloody arm appeared in the lizardman captain's claws—it belonged to Yang Chun.
Seeing this, the villagers wore looks of despair, crying out to the heavens: "Oh Heavens! Why are you treating us this way? What did we do wrong to suffer such torment?"
Though he had lost an arm, Yang Chun's fighting spirit did not wane in the least. He used his spear to prop up his body and stood up from the sludge.
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