"Ah—!"
A tragic scream suddenly echoed.
That made the newly condensed Power of Laws in Cold Inch instantly dissipate.
The severed hand was directly cut from the shoulder, flying in the air for a moment before landing on the snow.
"My hand! My hand!" Mu Tianyin fell painfully to the ground, clutching his severed right shoulder with his left hand, where blood was still gushing out, starkly visible on the icy snow.
His eyes were wide with fury, his face contorted with sweat and agony, staring at the arm lying not far away.
If he could retrieve it immediately, there was still a chance to reattach it!
Mu Tianyin lunged toward his severed hand.
But just as he moved, a foot stepped on his severed hand.
Looking up along that foot, he first saw the pair of hands constantly regenerating, holding the broken spear. Then, he saw Mu Qingge's cold and indifferent expression.
