"Stupid insect! Do you really think you can kill Wuya, my lord!"
Wuya's roar, like thunder, resounded through the whole sky.
His left arm had completely disappeared, and blood covered his left side.
Although his right arm was still twisted in a bizarre posture, it was no longer hanging limply at his side as before and appeared to have regained some mobility.
The giant serpent's head was also filled with scars, half of its scales were ripped off, exposing the bleeding skin and muscles underneath.
A dozen big and small holes punctured the membrane of its pair of dragon wings, but it could still manage to fly in the air with effort.
Chen Xiaolian forcefully rose to his feet, bearing the excruciating pain stabbing through his body, stood upright, and with a bitter smile on his face, watched Wuya flapping his wings, flying towards him.