At that moment, Ye Fan grew bolder, taking liberties as he spoke.
CRACK!
"AH!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan cried out as the Seven-Colored Demon Empress viciously twisted his arm, nearly snapping it in two. A searing pain shot through him.
"It's broken! It's broken!" Ye Fan howled helplessly.
The Seven-Colored Demon Empress warned, "If there is a next time, I'll chop your hand off!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Ye Fan answered with difficulty.
Only then did the Seven-Colored Demon Empress release him. "It's too late for you to recover now," she said.
"I know," Ye Fan admitted honestly. Indeed, it was too late. He was in an extremely weakened state, as his very origin had been damaged this time. This was not an injury that ordinary spiritual materials could heal.
The Demon Empress looked at him. "It seems I'm the only one who can help you."
"How?" Ye Fan asked.
