The intense pain almost tore through his nerves. Zhang Kui's face twisted into a grimace as he gritted his teeth and let out a low growl, smashing the ground beneath him with a loud crash.
Among the scattering rocks, the strange hand hopping on the ground seemed to sense something, suddenly sprouting layers of scale armor and sharp claws, and vanished in an instant.
"Hmph!"
Even though he was in excruciating pain, Zhang Kui still sensed danger. His right hand ignited with silver Yin Yang True Fire, burning fiercely as he grasped forward.
Squeak, squeak...
The suddenly appearing strange hand was caught by him, and as the Yin Yang True Fire roared up, it was soon refined to dust.
Blood flowed from his palm, and when Zhang Kui looked down, it was full of intricate, intertwined fine lines.
Now, his body was so strong that a Flying Sword could hardly injure him. The cut was smooth and flat, clearly caused by space slicing.
