"What's this?"
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes widened.
He thought Dao Qiongcang, having exhausted all options, would finally reveal his ultimate trump card.
Maybe it wouldn't surpass the Blood Demon Reverse Fate Technique, but it should be enough to show his hand, which was precisely why he deliberately stayed out of the conflict.
Unexpectedly, Elder Dao the Flamboyant is at death's door, and the trump card he pulls out is a severed hand?
"Is there anything special about it..."
Looking from afar, the severed hand was cut clean at the wrist, with long fingers slightly curled as if ready to touch something, yet forever frozen in that state.
In the icy state, as Dao Qiongcang reached his limit, it was completely lifted.
The severed hand seemed to move slightly.
Under Dao Qiongcang's feet, the Sea of Memory unfolded, sceneries continually retracing.
