CRACK!
Thirty seconds later, a sharp cracking sound echoed from Hassina's body. Cracks rapidly spread across her skin. Even with the support of the Magic Array, her human body could not withstand the strain of using a Divine Spirit Level Divine Art.
"What's happening? Where is my Lord's arm? Why hasn't it returned? Shu Feng, what did you do to my Lord's arm?!"
Su Hamu III stared at Hassina, her body fracturing, a flicker of fear in his eyes. He let out a gut-wrenching roar at the Steel Beast.
The arm of the Lord of the Dark Night was one of the most crucial items for his resurrection. Without it, the entire ritual would be a farce.
That was precisely why Su Hamu III had gone to such great lengths, inviting Shu Feng back to the Imperial Palace for a banquet. He simply wanted to ensure Shu Feng was still in the city while the ritual was underway.
A flicker of pity crossed Shu Feng's eyes. He spoke through the Steel Beast, "Su Hamu III, I've already refined your master's arm."
