Chapter 1159 Cutting Off One's Arm

"Exile!"

Jinge held the spear in his hand, his severely damaged armor gleaming with dazzling golden light. He looked up at the sky, his roar shook the entire Menethil Plain, and he whispered: "When the endless fire burns the cage of shackles, the sleeping anger will wake up from the nightmare. Breaking free from everything is our will, ...