If he still insisted on snatching the small bottle of Snow Spirit Liquid, his hand would probably be left behind along with the bottle the moment he succeeded.
"Hmph!"
At this thought, the assailant snorted coldly. His outstretched palm suddenly morphed into a blade, its sharp edge glinting as a surge of brilliant light erupted. An exceptionally powerful fluctuation gathered and ferociously chopped down toward Chen Fei's hand. Such a method could only be described as domineering and extraordinary! As the withered, claw-like hand swung down, a shimmering flame materialized around it, dazzlingly bright and pulsing with a threat that made one's eyes sting. It was clearly the manifestation of a fire-type technique pushed to its absolute limit—a terrifying sight.
"Hmm?"
