"Haha, I will be the first to depart!" A figure charged ahead of the crowd as a loud shout was heard.
The figure had an empty left sleeve, and his left eye was shut. Only his right eye remained open. It was the one-armed hero, the young master of the South Pole Villa!
During the great battle, he had lost his only remaining arm. So, he could no longer hold a long blade with his hand.
However, he still had his blade, as he was holding it in his mouth! Currently, the blade was stained with both the enemy's blood and his own blood!
As he laughed, with the blade in his mouth, he descended like a meteorite from above. He was akin to a light that was left behind by the heavens, one which guided the human clan in the midst of the darkness.
Bang.