Yun chujiu couldn’t care less. She used her soul consciousness and put on the totem armor. She held the broken sword in her hand and slashed at the limb!
Yun chujiu’s thought was very simple. Since this broken sword could even cut through Feng Zhongzheng’s treasure sword, it might be able to cut through this limb as well.
Unexpectedly, before Yun Chujiu’s broken sword could get close, the limb seemed to have seen a ghost and suddenly retracted. It was so fast that Yun chujiu and Yun Qianhe could only see an afterimage.
During this process, DA hua had also dissipated due to the exhaustion of its energy.
Yun Chujiu was stunned for a moment. Then, she raised her head to look at the ceiling of the cave. She saw a thin layer of ice on it. It was formed by the white fog released from the arm.
She jumped up and used her hand to dig out a piece. She sniffed it and found that there was no special smell. It seemed to be no different from ordinary water.