"Ah..." The young man in a white robe screamed miserably, clutching his bleeding arm.
His eyes were blood-red!
His arm had been severed, and the Golden Daoist Talisman had been snatched away!
Although the Golden Daoist Talisman could only be used twice more, it couldn't kill all the demons and Dark Night Blood Bats surrounding him.
But at the very least, it could protect him for a short time, during which someone might come to rescue him.
Now that the Golden Daoist Talisman had been taken, what was he going to do?
*Wasn't this a death sentence for him?*
"Who, who did this?" he roared.
Immediately, he heard a voice telling him to continue!
To continue fighting against the demons and Dark Night Blood Bats?
*What was he supposed to continue with?*
How could he possibly continue?
The young man in the white robe fixed his eyes on a figure not far away, holding his arm.
He saw who was holding his arm!
The person was very familiar, and he recognized him instantly!
