"How come..." Dean stared at the hideous and ugly ice claw. For a moment, he was at a loss and doubtful. Before he stimulated the Devil's Body, his right arm was just a crystallized arm. But now, it was completely a monster's claw. Although it was not so unusual with his Devil's Body, the key was, why could the Devil's Body affect the crystallization of his right arm?
He raised his right arm and moved his fingers. Although his entire arm was as hard as ice, his fingers could move freely. He just couldn't feel anything. If he didn't see his fingers moving according to his will, he wouldn't even be able to feel his fingers moving.
Ice was fragile. Dean did not know how much force the ice claw could withstand. He raised his hand and gently patted the rock wall next to him. He controlled his strength and tested the hardness of the ice claw first.
Bang!!
Suddenly there was a loud noise.
The sound was so loud that Dean, who was mentally prepared, did not expect it. He was shocked and looked at the scene in front of him. His ice claw was not broken. It was the rock wall that was broken. There was a claw mark nearly half a meter deep on it. It was grim and cold, like the mark left by the claws of a monster.
The gravel rolled to Dean's feet. After a few seconds, Dean came back to his senses. His eyes were full of shock. Only he knew how much strength he had used just now. It must be known that the thickness of the ice claw was very easy to break. Moreover, the ice claw had joints that were weak. Therefore, he only used a very light force, so light that he just wanted to touch it.
But the result shocked him. He could not help but stretch out his sharp knife and touch the claw mark on the rock wall. The sharp knife had a perception. The clear rough feeling made him know that he was not hallucinating.
He could not help but look at his ice claw. Was it because he had no perception that his control of strength was a little vague? Did he use a lot of strength just now?
But he carved every day, so he had a very accurate grasp of the strength of his right arm.
He pondered for a moment and felt that it was necessary to test it again.
He raised his sharp limb and walked to the rock wall next to him. He tried to chop it with medium strength. Bang! Bang! A few hoarse sounds of friction rang out as three cuts appeared on the rock wall. Due to the sharpness of the blade, the cuts were very thin but very deep. They were more than half a meter deep, about the same depth as the previous ice claws. However, the area of damage was very different. In addition to the claw marks, the ice claws had also sunk the rock wall, while the sharp limb only left three deep and thin cuts on the rock wall.
Dean lifted the ice claws again and went to the other side of the rock wall.
"What are you doing?" Amelia stuck out half of her head from the corner. She looked at Dean's demonized body. She wasn't afraid but curiously asked.
Dean glanced at her: "It's none of your business. Go back."
Amelie frowned slightly and glanced at him. She didn't say anything and retreated.
Dean retracted his gaze. This time, he intended to use a medium strength.
Bang!!
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion.
Dean's eyelids twitched as he looked at the cracked rock wall in front of him. It seemed that the entire rock wall was split by the gap of the claws. The entire protruding rock wall had caved in as if a super heavy truck had hit it.
Dean quickly reacted and looked at his right hand. He was relieved to see that the ice claws weren't broken. He looked up and carefully observed the collapsed rock wall. His eyes slowly revealed a shocked look. His control of strength was correct. In his mind, his right hand and the sharp blade had the same strength but the damage caused was more than ten times more!
This could only mean that his right arm was too developed. It was stronger than any other part of his body!
He didn't continue trying. His gaze returned to his right arm and penetrated into it. His expression immediately changed. He saw that the frozen bones and tissues around the golden sarcoma on his right shoulder had a hint of gold, as if they had been dyed.
"Is it going to merge with my right arm? Or is it not completely frozen? Is it going to disperse its volume and gradually transfer? " Dean's face turned ugly. He didn't feel happy about the strange power brought by his right arm. He thought for a moment and finally made up his mind to cut out the frozen golden sarcoma on his right shoulder. Although he guessed that the terrifying power of his right arm was probably related to the golden sarcoma, he didn't dare to be greedy for the power he got from the golden sarcoma!
He still vividly remembered the scene of the golden sarcoma rushing to his brain. Fortunately, the golden sarcoma was frozen by the cold air in his right arm. Otherwise, he didn't dare to imagine how long he could hold on. Perhaps at this moment, the golden sarcoma had already drilled into his brain.
He took a deep breath and raised the sharp blade. He gathered a little strength and suddenly stabbed the golden sarcoma on his right shoulder.
Clang! Bang!
Two sounds were heard almost at the same time. The first sound was caused by the sharp blade stabbing the frozen right shoulder. The second sound was caused by the blade sliding from the right shoulder and stabbing the ground under his feet.
Dean's face changed. He looked at his intact right shoulder in a daze.
The indestructible Splitting Blade was actually unable to cut open his right shoulder?
What kind of hardness was this?
After a few seconds, Dean sobered up. There was a trace of panic and panic in his heart. He lifted the four most powerful sharp blade limbs on his back, raised them high, aimed at his right shoulder, and fiercely stabbed.
Bang!
Dean's body fell to the ground, creating a pit in the ground.
A cold feeling came from the front of the sharp blade limbs. Dean looked at his right shoulder, and his heart sank. Just like what he felt from the sharp blade, it didn't pierce his right shoulder. Instead, the huge force knocked him down.
His heart was piercing cold. Could it be that he could only let the golden sarcoma stay in his right arm? But now it showed signs of melting and spreading. If it moved out of his right arm and returned to his body, wouldn't his nightmare come?
He couldn't accept such a thing. He gritted his teeth and stood up. He waved all the sharp blades and stabbed his right shoulder again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He tried seven or eight times in a row, and fell down seven or eight times. Looking at his intact right shoulder with only a few shallow scratches, Dean's face was ashen. He slowly stood up, thinking in his heart: Did he have to completely abandon his right arm?
However, he would be left with only one arm. Although his Splitter Devil Body had other blade-like limbs to assist him, and losing an arm wouldn't affect him much, it would still cause irreparable damage. If he were to encounter other Sovereigns, he could very well lose to them if he lost an arm.
He hesitated in his heart. He was reluctant, but he didn't want to let the strange golden sarcoma stay in his body.
He silently leaned against the rock wall, his thoughts in chaos.
A long time, a long time.
He made a decision in the end.
Judging from the changes in his right shoulder, the golden sarcoma shouldn't be able to come out in a short time. After he left the Earth Dragon Cave, he would most likely face a hard fight. At this time, cutting off his right arm was undoubtedly a very unfavorable thing. At least he had to get through this hurdle.
He decided to do an operation on himself, an isolation operation!
However, with the conditions in the cave, it was obviously impossible to complete this operation. He had to rely on the items in this village. If the alien spaceship had relatively high technology medical equipment, and he happened to know how to use it, it could help him complete the internal isolation operation.
After making the decision, he sat on the ground as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He felt cold sweat all over his body, but there was a trace of disappointment in his heart. In the pursuit of survival and strength, he had turned himself into this neither human nor ghost. He didn't know what his fate would be in the future, or would there be a future?
This kind of thinking was a bit negative, and made him depressed. He turned his head to look at Aisha, who was sitting quietly next to him. Her beautiful cheeks were like a snow lotus blooming in this dark and cold cave, illuminating his eyes.
Fortunately, no matter how bad it is, I have you by my side …
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