A Desperate Move

At this point, Illumination Dragon Elder Four could no longer persist.

Using an arm in exchange for the life of the young master of the Witch race and avoiding a war - that was the best solution.

"Child, you'll have to suffer,"

Illumination Dragon Elder Four sent a voice transmission with his spirit consciousness and sighed helplessly.

The Blue Dragon elder said, "Long Zhu, sever your arm. Go back and recuperate well thereafter. If there's nothing else, don't come out for now."

"You want my arm?"

Su Zimo smiled and said slowly, "No!"

"Hmm?"

The expressions of the Blue Dragon elder and the others changed.

The current situation was already the best they could do for Long Zhu. It would be ungrateful of him if he was still unsatisfied!

Long Zhong sneered, "This is not up to you. Don't forget who you are!"