"!!!"
Xu Qing and the others' pupils contracted.
"What?!"
"!!!"
The slender, jade-like hand, as white as snow, gave Xu Qing a familiar feeling. A flash of insight struck him, and he remembered.
He had seen it before—truly seen it. When the Great Zhou Martial Country was destroyed, in its final moments, a slender, jade-like hand had descended from the sky and taken away the "Sacrifice: Zhou Di."
The auras of the two hands were practically identical.
There wasn't the slightest difference.
This time, the slender, jade-like hand was coming for Xu Qing and his group. It had crossed an unknown expanse of time and space, manifesting as a hand, fair as jade, reaching straight for them.
CRACK! CRACK!
The surrounding space-time collapsed and shattered. Nothing could withstand it; this was beyond any Realm or category they could comprehend.
It was too terrifying, too powerful.
"Form the array!"
