At this moment, it wasn't just Colding who saw it; Kulad saw it too, his eyes filled with shock as he stared at the blood flowing toward the statue.
"What in the world is happening? Does Cain's Left Hand require our blood?" Kulad muttered, his gaze clouded with confusion and incomprehension.
At that moment, the blood in the stone hand's palm began to boil. The once still hand grew agitated, as if it was resisting something or trying to break free. Standing by, Colding and the others watched quietly. As time slowly passed, the blood continued to bubble like boiling water, and the hand submerged within it shook even more violently. Everyone looked on, completely clueless about what was happening.
However, as they watched, the hand suddenly began to change. It lost its sheen and turned a dark, menacing red. The dark red hand then freed itself from the stone palm and floated quietly in midair. A dark and powerful blood-red aura erupted from it, enveloping everyone present.
