Lu Mingshu grunted and stepped back. The edge of her mouth was bleeding. The impact from the hit on her shoulder was so big that it had hurt her internally.
Nonetheless, she felt pleased. She had managed to get the positioning correct; the sword had pierced right through the closed aperture on Zhou Yinru's arm, destroying her mystic force.
The fragile, closed aperture which was yet to be filled with condensed energy was too weak, so it just shattered from Lu Mingshu's attack.
Zhou Yinru's hand had become paralyzed. It had been injured to the point where even an elixir wouldn't be able to save it. Even if there was a solution to healing closed apertures somewhere in the world, it would definitely cost more than an arm or a leg! Was Zhou Yinru worth the cost?
"Oh my god! My arm!" Zhou Yinru screamed as she clutched onto her arm in pain