But even as Qiu Quan dodged, the silver leaf still accurately struck his wrist!
In the blink of an eye, it pierced through his wrist, carrying with it a trail of fresh blood, and finally fell to the ground, creating a deep crater.
"Snap!"
Qiu Quan suddenly felt he lost control of his hand, and just as he tried to grip tightly, he realized his entire palm had fallen off!
Blood gushed freely!
Qiu Quan, always protected by his grandfather, had never experienced anything like this, and became extremely panicked, his body trembling.
His lips quivered continuously, and finally, he cried out in horror: "Grandfather! Grandfather, come save me!"
The sound echoed throughout the entire valley.
Meanwhile, Bai Ling's eyes were fixed intently on the silver leaf on the ground!
The silver leaf was exceedingly sharp, like a blade, with spiritual energy flowing over its surface.
