Even in the king domain, he couldn't manage to kill his opponent? It was a baffling setback for the white-robed king.
"Without your ally, how long can you hold on?" he bellowed defiantly, his voice echoing through the vast expanse.
As if to answer, from the periphery of his sight, the arm he had severed soared through the air, reattaching itself to the king corpse with a resounding snap. The king corpse flexed his newly rejoined limb, fixing the white-robed king with an unsettling stare.
"How?" the white-robed king stammered, his confidence waning. "How can you survive even after your heart's been pierced?"
Endless speculations swirled within his mind. "Are you from the sect?" The Sacred Heart Sect was renowned for its arcane techniques that allowed its disciples to displace their organs and regenerate limbs. For them, reattaching a limb would be trivial.