C506 The Sinner Cannot Live!

Zhou Qi's condition was nothing short of pitiful at that moment, his face caked with a mix of blood and mud, resembling a disheveled beggar. His chest bore the brunt of his injuries, a canvas of gory wounds, but the most gruesome sight was his left arm—or what remained of it—blown off at the shoulder, leaving a mangled mess where bone gleamed white amidst the blood spurting like a fountain