"Aghhhh." Iwan screamed while grabbing and pulling away his left arm as far as he could but even then the pain continued to gradually travel upwards towards his shoulder.
His nerves were dying with every passing second and he couldn't heal that with the Widow Maker.
It wasn't hard for the Blessing of Nawi to straighten out and correct nerves, but the dying nerves were embroiled with the rampaging divine energy that hadn't been able to escape from Iwan's hand in the last outburst by him.
Yu Lan grabbed onto the blue hand of Iwan and while staring at the Apostle Beater whose clones had also disintegrated by now, Yu Lan smiled.
"Are you skilled or just lucky? Or, as they say, luck is also a part of one's skill." Yu Lan was genuinely curious about which side of Iwan weighed more.