A farm that breeds gods and demons
Chapter 802 - 611: Malicious Curse Technique (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_1

Chapter 802: Chapter 611: Malicious Curse Technique (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_1

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The Green Giant God gradually faded into the void, and the yellow phoenix transformed back into the Yellow-robed Elder, whose old face was covered with beads of sweat, gasping for breath.

Clearly, the recent struggle to trap the Green Giant God had nearly exhausted all of his strength. Although he was powerful, he was still somewhat inferior to the Giant Gods.

"What’s happened?" The Yellow-robed Elder was startled to see Wu Yu seriously injured; during the battle, he had been fully committed to blocking the Green Giant God and was completely unaware of the events that had unfolded here.

"Forget it..." Wu Yu, lying on the ground, had wounds that were slowly healing, but his severed arm just wouldn’t regrow. Looking at his stump and thinking of the terrifying power of the Divine Skull, his face turned ashen as he shook his head slightly, "Forget it, let them all leave... The Phoenix Clan... has lost all hope..."

The Purple-dressed Man, full of indignation, shouted, "Big brother, you’ve lost an arm, are we just going to let this slide? Qingluan, as long as you don’t act against us, we can definitely..."

"Shut up." Wu Yu suddenly sharply reprimanded him to stop, then said somberly, "Just now, we harbored evil thoughts that we should not have had. This arm is Heaven’s punishment for me. It’s over, let them go. I really... am very tired, so tired..."

The Purple-dressed Man’s lips quivered, wanting to say more but unable to articulate it. The Yellow-robed Elder also sighed deeply, sharing the same deathly pallor as Wu Yu, and shook his head, saying, "Ah, it’s all destiny’s will. Is our Phoenix Clan really to become extinct in our generation?"

The Purple-dressed Man was seething with rage yet unable to explode, glancing over at Su Yu and the others, he suddenly yelled, "Aren’t you leaving? Get lost, do you want to stay and gloat at our misfortune?"

Su Yu stepped forward.

"What do you want to do?" The Purple-dressed Man was impulsive and his face twisted with aggression.

Su Yu calmly performed a slight bow, "Elder Wu Yu, may I try and perhaps help your arm to rejuvenate?"

Su Yu’s words stunned everyone present, including Qingluan who looked towards him.

"Regrow an arm? Do you think you’re a god..." The Purple-dressed Man was about to curse again when the White-dressed Woman quickly interrupted him, looking at Su Yu with doubt, "Do you really possess such ability?"

Su Yu replied, "Why not let me try?"

Thinking of the Divine Skull that Su Yu had recently pulled out, the remaining powerhouses of the Phoenix Clan hesitated. After all, limb regeneration was something only divine beings were said to possess. Did this youth really have such a capability, or was he harboring ulterior motives? The Purple-dressed Man wanted to object, but Wu Yu, somewhat feebly, said, "Alright, let him give it a try." He revealed a bitter smile on his face, thinking that even if Su Yu could extract the Divine Skull, it would be impossible to heal him. True limb regeneration was almost akin to body reconstruction, a true divine technique. If Su Yu indeed had such power, wouldn’t he possess god-like abilities? However, that seemed impossible, clearly Su Yu was far from reaching that legendary level.

Wu Yu allowed Su Yu to try, not so much because he had faith in the outcome, but because he could not bear to refuse the kind offer. From the beginning, Wu Yu held no hostility towards Su Yu and the others; especially touched by Su Yu’s act of not abandoning the Phoenix Dragon Beast. Such a loyal man was rare in this world. Thus, even though Su Yu had injured his arm, Wu Yu considered it Divine punishment rather than harboring resentment towards him.

Seeing Wu Yu’s consent, Su Yu stepped closer and suddenly reached out to grasp the flesh at the stump of Wu Yu’s amputated arm.

The others grunted, and the Purple-dressed Man, infuriated, screeched, "You—" raising his palm high to strike, but was abruptly stopped by Qingluan, who looked at Wu Yu’s stump with surprise.

Wu Yu’s healing ability was extraordinary, and in just a short while, many parts of the stump had mended. To induce regrowth, Su Yu had to tear open the healed parts again. Wu Yu groaned in pain, but clenched his teeth and endured, because he quickly felt an itch at the wound followed by an indescribable miraculous force that stimulated his body’s own power, converging toward the stump. Astonishingly, his arm really began to extend from the stump.

"This is impossible—" The Yellow-robed Elder couldn’t help exclaiming in shock, this feat was truly miraculous.

Elated, the Purple-dressed Man’s anger turned to joy, he screamed, "It’s really growing, it’s really growing back—"

Wu Yu exhaled a sigh of relief, no longer feeling the pain in his arm. Instead, there was an itch, even his bones felt tingly—an indescribable sensation.

Su Yu channeled his willpower into Wu Yu’s body, sending a message with that force. Wu Yu’s body, like a subject receiving a royal decree, mobilized all its cells and power to the site of the amputation, and miraculously, the lost arm truly regrew.