Before the words were finished, "Feng Mu" cast aside Shi Wuming's severed arm that was blocking his chest as if discarding garbage.
The severed arm fell powerlessly beside the bed, making a dull sound.
"Feng Mu! You—"
Shi Wuming's cold shout came to an abrupt halt, his pupils suddenly constricting into a row of needlepoints.
He gazed in horror as "Feng Mu's" five fingers bent outward, revealing a dense array of metal needles from under the fingertips, their tips tightly arranged in a jagged pattern.
Like a cold, vertical saw?!!
The next instant, the saw began cutting into his chest.
Beneath Shi Wuming's flesh and blood, between the ribs were embedded metal plates, as hard as overlapping armor.
Ordinary blades couldn't sever them, but the explosion had left cracks on them, and what Feng Mu pierced in was precisely a "saw."
So, amidst sparks flying, the cracks were gradually sliced open.
Shi Wuming's body had undergone modifications, his pain threshold only 10% of normal.
