At this moment, Zhao Ang, who was somewhat stunned, suddenly roared, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and he stretched out his claws and pounced on Ye Li.

"Roar! Stay here, and you're not going anywhere!"

Faced with Zhao Ang's fierce attack, Ye Li frowned slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He shifted his body to the side and thrust the Soul-Sucking Blade in his hand fiercely towards the charging Zhao Ang.

This strike may seem ordinary, but it's really not that flashy.

However, an invisible blade aura formed around the blade, causing the surrounding scarlet mist to churn violently.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Ang sensed something was wrong and quickly dodged to the side.

Unfortunately, the two were too close, and given his swift attack just now, he was unable to completely dodge.

"Pfft!"

With a dull thud, the Soul-Sucking Blade pierced through the scales covering his skin and plunged into his right arm.

"roar!"

The excruciating pain caused Zhao Ang to roar angrily. He could even feel the knife sucking away at his life force, and his right arm was shrinking at a visible speed.

Soon, his once strong arms became skin and bones, like withered vines, and he could no longer exert any strength.

Zhao Ang's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly twisted his body, trying to get rid of the strange knife.

But would Ye Li let him have his way?

Ye Li gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, pulled hard, and the sharp blade easily sliced ​​through Zhao Ang's flesh and bones, severing his right arm at the root.

Despite the pain of losing his right arm, Zhao Ang broke out in a cold sweat, but he did not give up his attack.

He quickly clenched his left hand and swung his fist, the size of a sandbag, at Ye Li's head.

"Die!"

Zhao Ang was incredibly fast; even before his fist arrived, Ye Li could already feel the powerful force of the punch coming at him.

Ye Li dared not delay and hurriedly sheathed his sword and retreated.

Zhao Ang pursued relentlessly, giving Ye Li no chance to catch his breath.

Even though he now only has one claw left, he can still unleash a fierce gust of wind, leaving countless afterimages in the air.

Unfortunately, Zhao Ang at this moment possessed only brute strength, and his attacks were completely disorganized.

In addition, the loss of an arm created many openings in his attacks.

Ye Li keenly noticed this and immediately held the blade upright in front of him.

As Zhao Ang's fist came flying, another dull thud echoed through the small room.

"Pfft!"

Large amounts of blood gushed from Zhao Ang's fists and arms.

All of this happened so fast that Zhao Ang didn't even realize it.

When he pulled back his fist and tried to throw it again, the once incredibly hard fist now felt like a limp noodle, completely lacking any power.

Only then did he realize that Ye Li's strike had cleaved his arm in two.

"Ugh!"

Even though Zhao Ang had been transformed into a Soul-Devouring Beast, he still retained some human consciousness, and at this moment he clearly felt the excruciating pain coming from his arm.

He hurriedly took several steps back, using his life force to urgently repair his wounds.

Seeing Ye Li approaching, Zhao Ang felt a surge of fear and panic, and hurriedly called out to stop him, "Wait, wait a minute..."