Emperor Bai's face was pale, and he let out a muffled groan from his throat, staggering backward several steps before finally kneeling on the ground, his right hand clutching his left shoulder wound desperately as blood gushed out from between his fingers like a fountain.
The War God stared at him blankly, breathing heavily, her expression unsettled. After a moment, she slightly moved, turned, took a few steps, picked up his severed arm, and threw it forcefully into his arms, crying out bitterly, "Here, take it back! You know very well how you have treated me! How could the debt be repaid by just a severed arm!"
After she finished speaking, she picked up the white robe he had draped over her shoulders earlier, paused for a moment, then immediately put it on herself and fastened it, adding, "I should still thank you for the robe."
