C281 Humiliation and torture

Just this one sword strike had severed one of Xiao Yun's arms.

After losing an arm, Xiao Yun sat on the ground limply, her face was in pain. Because of the ice, even if her arm was broken, not a single drop of blood would be left.

The wound had already been sealed in ice and the waves of cold air, like maggots attached to bones, were slowly attacking Xiao Yun's originally weak soul