The terrifying dark hand seemed to be made of some black rock, appearing incredibly hard with dense mazelike cracks on the surface, almost as if it originated from the depths of an abyssal hell.
Qin Jun and the others felt their scalps tingle at the sight, and even Dongfang Ji furrowed his brows.
"This aura..."
Zhao Yun muttered to himself, his face full of wariness. The aura emitted by the black hand sent chills down his spine, indicating that the adversary's realm was far superior to his own.
At the same time, the eighteen Star Officers within the Heavenly God Palace also frowned.
"Is the Refining King about to make an appearance?" the Black Butterfly Fairy asked softly, her tone filled with icy murderous intent.
"If he does indeed breach the agreement with the God Temple, are we then permitted to intervene?" Yao Xu, the seventh Star Officer, asked with a smile, unconcerned about the safety of those attending but visibly interested in Dongfang Ji.
