"Brother Long? Your severed arm is here. You can just reattach it. Why waste so much blood essence?"
The burly man with the heavy gloves looked at the flood dragon in disbelief.
They were relatively strong. Although they had the ability to regrow broken arms, it took a lot of vitality to grow an arm out of thin air. It would probably take them a few years to recover.
Why did this flood dragon seem to have gone crazy? His severed hand was here, and the two brothers were helping him hold it. In the end, the flood dragon had no intention of putting his hand back.
The flood dragon was so angry that his scaly face visibly changed color.
"I must kill that bastard today!"
After saying that, the flood dragon waved his hand, and the black heavy sword returned to his hand.
At this moment, the swordsman had already reached the city gate. There were only two people left in front of him. He would be able to enter the city soon.