While the three of them were still celebrating the breaking of the formation, Jesus, lying on the ground not far away, gently twitched his fingers and then slowly crawled toward his severed arm.
No one saw this happen; even Si Ren had completely forgotten about him.
Jesus's hair was stained with filthy blood, veiling his face. With every crawl, the hair on his face shook, revealing his eyes, filled with sullen fury and rage.
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