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A segment of a finger suspended in front of him, though only as thick as an ordinary finger, shimmered with golden light, at first glance resembling a piece of art.
This was the genuine "Golden Finger."
Han Yi stared at the golden finger fragment, slowly infusing it with his Immortal thoughts. He encountered a layer of Immortal Spirit Resistance that though not too formidable, had most likely been placed there by the Nine Majestic Profound Immortal. However, with the demise of the Immortal, this barrier lost its source and crumbled with a single strike.
Moments later.
Han Yi withdrew his Immortal thoughts, a trace of fear in his eyes.
"That was close."
