Pang Quan didn't answer, but fell to the ground in pain, his face twisted in agony, tearing his sleeves to shreds in a few movements.
The sight was terrifying—black smoke was rising from his arms, which Wang Xiong had previously healed.
The two arms began to rot continuously, oozing pus, just the sight of it was incredibly horrific.
"Help me, help me!"
Pang Quan reached out his hand, but his right hand was already just bone. As time passed, the bones quickly turned black, making anyone shudder at a glance.
Wang Tianqiong's pupils contracted, instantly realizing the crux of the problem.
"Vice Chairman Pang, I'm sorry."
He suddenly pulled out a soft sword from behind his waist and stabbed it directly into Pang Quan's forehead.
Pang Quan's contorted face seemed to freeze in place.
Soon, waves of deathly air emanated from Pang Quan's body, even his two arms began to stiffen, looking like charcoal burnt black.
