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A pallid hand reached out from the Underworld, and the Bone True Dan went straight into its palm.
Yet Wang Changji's hand had already started to move unnaturally stiff, as if triggering some Array Pattern, responding to a distant call.
His tears were also instantly severed.
That pallid hand reaching out from the endless darkness seemed like a sorrowful harbinger.
Declaring that everything had already fallen into an irreversible abyss.
Just then...
Slap!
The Bone True Dan was caught.
But not by that pallid hand!
Just before the Bone True Dan reached the center of the pallid hand...
Another hand intercepted it first.
And in an instant, clenched tightly, suppressing it.
It was a thin, withered hand.
The hand of Zhuang Country's Prime Minister, Du Ruhui!
He was not at Feilai Peak after all, nor was he trapped by Ouyang Lie, but appeared just in time, taking one step as if from "Zhi Chi Tian Ya," seizing the result of decades of planning by the Bone Tao.
