The rotting arm that had stabbed through the window was smashed off by Lin Baici, but the fingers clutching Xu Daguan's neck didn't lose their strength, still gripping like a vise.
Xu Daguan fell to the ground, not caring about the pain in his buttocks, grabbing at the severed hand trying to pull it off, but immediately felt pain on his neck.
"Old White, help me!"
Xu Daguan's face was frantic, squeezing out a plea for help from his throat.
Lin Baici's eyes swept over the glass window, monitoring inside, guarding against a sneak attack, while grabbing the severed hand forcefully and yanking hard.
Riiiip!
"Ah!"
Xu Daguan screamed miserably.
His neck was scratched, leaving five bloody marks.
Xu Daguan instinctively touched it, looked down, and saw his hand full of blood.
"Can you be a bit gentler?"
Xu Daguan complained, "Is my wound big?"
"Will I die?"
