C1184 Nether Soul Old Servant

"My arm..."

Sima Rann was seized with terror. As a Soul Beast with an extraordinarily robust physique, not even a Seven-star Martial Saint should have been able to tear off his arm with such ease as Xiao Ling had done!

Was this man even human? He seemed more like a tyrannosaurus in human form!

"Stop your futile struggling."

Xiao Ling's gaze was icy