This is a spatial curse art inscribed within his magic staff, capable of short-distance teleportation.
In his judgment, this direction of escape, contrary to normal logic, should effectively widen the gap and buy him more time and opportunities to flee.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
The metallic explosion suddenly erupted by the ear of the Magic Apostle.
The violent attack that appeared in an instant interrupted all his arrangements.
Lu Wenwu suddenly turned and delivered a flying kick, his leg imbued with the Demon God Battle Lance, sharp as a war saber, instantly blasting his left mechanical arm to pieces!
A sharp pain surged into his heart.
The Magic Apostle instinctively looked at the small section of the metal arm with exposed bone stubs and pipelines, his mentality further fracturing.
To ensure the mechanical prosthetic could be maneuvered like his own arm, he hadn't sacrificed his entire left arm, only the flesh of the left arm.
