Battling The Yang-Sovereign Pt. 2

John didn't know if his Asura Reaping Scythe or the Sacred Sword Scripture had severed that arm, but it didn't matter either. Despite their best surprise attack, using their strongest attacks possible, they had only managed to sever an arm of the Yang-Sovereign.

Such an injury, while debilitating, was hardly battle-changing. It was a disappointing sight, as John had hoped their attack would have grievously wounded the Yang-Sovereign at the very least, but it was better than nothing.

The Yang-Sovereign was looking at his severed arm, then the stump at his left shoulder. Blood and pure Yang flames burst from the open wound, as if the Yang-Sovereign himself was a hybrid of human and Yang.

His gaze snapped up, instantly locking onto John as he burst out of the explosion. His teeth gnashed, his expression as if it could kill alone, the Yang-Sovereign turned towards John, only feeling rage and fury instead of shock and disbelief.