"Is that… is that a handprint?" a young envoy from the Great Yan Dynasty murmured, feeling layers of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, his throat undulating with gulps, "What kind of powerful existence could leave such a handprint on a mountain?"
He truly couldn't fathom it.
Because the handprint was so large it left one dumbstruck, spanning five or six zhang in width from left to right, and even more astonishing, it must have been over ten zhang in length from top to bottom.
If such a palm were to fall in the bustling center of a county town, it could probably grind dozens of buildings to dust without much effort.
The resulting shockwave might even blast hundreds of surrounding buildings to smithereens!
Such a scene had already begun to play out in his mind, and he wondered, if he were to find himself in such a place, how many lives would be needed to save his own?
He couldn't come up with an answer!
