When the sleeves were slowly rolled up, Pingyang Jundeng's hairs stood on end, and he was disgusted.

The old woman's right arm, as if it had been gnawed by some kind of wild beast, was pitted and full of strange patterns like black carbon.

"This is the price of my success in forging the Holy Body, the flesh and blood of my arm are devoured by the will of the Great Sage of the Demon Clan. It will never grow again.

And if I escaped a little slower......

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