The Four-armed Arhat, seeing the situation was dire, tried to pull back, but Yang An grabbed its hand.
"You want to see who's harder?"
"Even a Zombie God can't compete with me!"
RIIIP—
Yang An forcibly ripped one of its arms clean off. Countless jets of ink sprayed out as his other hand pierced straight through the Four-armed Arhat's chest.
A massive amount of Dust instantly invaded the Four-armed Arhat's body, searing its flesh as a dark red flame engulfed it.
With another kick, Yang An snapped the Four-armed Arhat in two at the waist, its body breaking into upper and lower halves.
The splattered ink instantly contracted, trying to merge back together, but the flames clung to it like a plague, rapidly evaporating the ink.
Left with no other choice, it had to cut its losses. By abandoning the parts of its body being consumed by fire and black smoke, the Four-armed Arhat managed to reform its body.
