Chapter 1827: Extreme Fear

Chun Ya widened her eyes in terror, watching her right arm gradually fade away like smoke.

She struggled desperately, trying to grab something to stop this horrifying sight, but she was powerless.

Every attempt ended in failure, and her right arm continued to turn into nothingness.

At the same time, the Union Joy Palace disciple, who had prepared to die, was surprised to find that Chun Ya's attack had suddenly stopped.

He stared in disbelief at what was before him, his heart filled with doubt and confusion.

In just a few breaths, Chun Ya's right arm had already dissipated to the elbow, and its speed showed no sign of slowing.

Her face twisted from pain and fear, becoming hideous and terrifying.

She exerted all her Línglì, trying to stop her arm from further dissipating, but no matter how hard she tried, that mysterious force seemed unstoppable, and the arm's dissipation continued at the same rate.

"Damn it, damn it, what the hell is going on? Why is this happening?"

Chun Ya's voice was filled with despair and anger.

She didn't understand what had caused her arm to disappear, and this sudden change plunged her into endless panic.

This sudden change, like a bolt from the blue, instantly overwhelmed Chun Ya's heart with endless terror.

She widened her eyes, her heart filled with a complex mix of doubt and fear.

Under the piercing gaze of the Union Joy Palace disciple, a flash of resolve crossed Chun Ya's eyes, and she gritted her teeth, directly severing her entire right arm.

Since there was no way to stop the arm from dissipating and she didn't even know what was causing it, she might as well just discard the right arm outright.

Chun Ya's face darkened frighteningly, as if it could drip water.

She voluntarily gave up her right arm—what tremendous resolve that took, for she knew that from now on she would never be able to recover that arm.

From now on, Chun Ya could only appear before others as a crippled figure, a blow that anyone would find hard to accept.

However, as Chun Ya ruthlessly tore off her right arm at the shoulder, something astonishing happened—everything seemed to come to a halt.

Chun Ya's body no longer showed any abnormal dissipation, and she finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Afterward, her gaze snapped over and locked firmly onto the Union Joy Palace disciple.

Chun Ya secretly regretted that, if not for that bizarre mishap wasting time, she should have already taken down that disciple.

And now, having finally waited for this moment, she could finally free her hands to deal with this guy.

Sensing Chun Ya's gaze upon her, the Union Joy Palace disciple's heart sank; just seeing Chun Ya's earlier action made her scalp go numb.

That she ruthlessly tore off her own arm without hesitation—this woman is a ruthless one,

Moreover, Chun Ya's condition now seemed distinctly off, exuding a dangerous aura that gave the Union Joy Palace disciple a strong sense of unease.

And Chun Ya didn't give the Union Joy Palace disciple a chance to speak; killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he immediately snarled.

"Let you live this long, it's time—die."

As he spoke, Chun Ya's killing intent was utterly undisguised, surging out like a tidal wave.

"Boom."

As soon as Chun Ya's words fell, he immediately prepared to strike, aiming to take down the Union Joy Palace disciple in one blow.

One could see Chun Ya's one-armed body tremble slightly as his left hand reached out, carrying unmatched might, he slammed it horizontally toward the Union Joy Palace disciple, as if trying to crush her to powder with a single palm.

Faced with Chun Ya's terrifying attack, the Union Joy Palace disciple's face turned ashen, her heart like dead ashes, and only one thought filled her mind: her life was over.

However, at this critical moment, something unexpected happened again.

Chun Ya's outstretched left arm began to dissipate into nothingness once more in a strange way, at extreme speed, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Chun Ya's face changed, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes, but he did not stop his attack; instead, relying on his great strength and combat experience, he forcibly changed his approach and kicked the Union Joy Palace disciple.

"Thud."

A muffled thud sounded, the Union Joy Palace disciple screamed, her body flew backward and slammed heavily onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her life or death unknown.

Although Chun Ya had gone all out this time, even though his left arm had already dissipated, he did not stop attacking; instead, he turned his palm into a sole and kicked the Union Joy Palace disciple hard, dealing her a heavy blow.

However, after this strike, Chun Ya's own condition was not optimistic either.

His left arm, like his right arm before, began to dissipate from the fingertips, bit by bit, into the void.

No matter how hard he tried, he could not stop this strange dissipation.

It happened again—his body began to dissipate for no reason.

Chun Ya had thought that discarding his entire right arm would stop all this, but he never imagined the outcome would be like this.

"Who? Who on earth is it?"

What Chun Ya finds hardest to accept is that, to this day, he still doesn't know who caused all this, who made his arms mysteriously disappear.

He glared at the Union Joy Palace disciple with a fierce gaze, knowing in his heart that it absolutely could not be her.

After all, this junior only possesses Emperor Sovereign Realm cultivation and fundamentally lacks such ability.

Then just who is hiding behind the scenes, acting against him?

In an instant, a fear rising from deep within his marrow spread throughout Chun Ya's entire body.

The unknown is what terrifies people most, because you simply don't know what the truth behind it is.

Who took action? Why does his body uncontrollably vanish, and why does all his effort amount to nothing?

He could only watch helplessly as his body dissipated bit by bit in the air—a feeling like watching himself being slowly devoured alive by a ferocious beast, while he could do nothing about it.

At this moment, Chun Ya felt exactly that.

Having lived who knows how many years, Chun Ya had never experienced such bone‑deep fear; in an instant, his whole body couldn't help trembling slightly—this was fear.

At this moment, fear spread wildly in Chun Ya's heart, just like his continually dissipating arm.

With each bit of arm that dissipated, the fear in his heart spread a bit more.

He had exhausted every means, even voluntarily giving up an arm, yet still he could not stop this—without his right arm, now his left arm began to mysteriously disappear as well.

At this moment, Chun Ya truly did not know what to do; this mysterious power left him with no ability to resist at all.