I see only darkness before me!

Evidently, Little Lord Fokke understood that even such an attack definitely wasn’t fatal to Sheyan.

Borrowing this chance, Little Lord Fokke picked up his own severed arm with a nonchalant demeanor. He didn’t reattach his severed arm to his body, but instead lifted it up high above his helmet!

With an oppressive voice that resonated in one’s thoracic cavity, he offered.

"Accept my tribute! O mighty host!"

Above Little Lord Fokke’s helmet, an appalling hexagram styled magic array emerged in mid air; completely devouring his decapitated arm! Following that, a layer of hazy blood glow enveloped Little Lord Fokke’s body as he sauntered towards Sheyan with large strides!

His eye sockets had shockingly transformed into ghastly ice swirls, seemingly desiring to insatiably devour anything his gaze could behold.