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At the command, Mo Tianxing and his two companions immediately composed themselves, aligning their efforts to unleash their most powerful combat techniques against Su Qian and the colossal hand.
Yet, the massive hand seemed entirely unaffected. It remained immovable, like an indomitable mountain.
With a casual swing of its arm, an overwhelming force swept outward like a violent storm, effortlessly dissipating the trio's combined attacks.
Seeing this, Su Qian couldn't suppress his excitement.
He knew the hidden trump card of Jia Nan Academy had finally been revealed—victory was now within reach.
"Han Feng, your time has come!" Su Qian roared, his figure moving like a streak of lightning as he charged at Han Feng, his combat energy surging with unstoppable momentum.
Han Feng's face twisted in rage. He refused to accept defeat and fought back with all his might.
However, faced with Su Qian and the overwhelming might of the colossal hand, he found himself increasingly powerless, forced to retreat step by step.
Suddenly, the enormous hand moved again, unleashing an even more terrifying force. It erupted with destructive power akin to the heavens collapsing, engulfing Han Feng and his subordinates in an instant.
The sight of the giant hand emerging from the depths of the earth filled Mo Tianxing, the Gold-Silver Elders, and Han Feng with terror. A wave of fear and unease surged through their hearts.
The hand carried an unrivaled pressure, as if it intended to crush them completely.
"What… what is this?" Mo Tianxing muttered, his brow furrowed and his voice trembling, unable to conceal the shock and dread in his heart.
The Gold Elder's face turned ashen, his eyes flickering with fear. "Su Qian, what exactly has Jia Nan Academy been hiding? How could something like this exist?" He glanced around frantically, as though seeking an explanation.
The Silver Elder's expression was equally grim. His fists clenched tightly, and his voice carried an edge of fury and desperation. "Su Qian, what have you done? What is this monstrous thing?"
Han Feng's face darkened to its limit. He glared at Su Qian with a mixture of defiance and rage. "So, Jia Nan Academy still had such a trump card. It seems we underestimated you."
Su Qian smirked coldly, his gaze filled with mockery and disdain. "Han Feng, did you truly believe you could waltz into Jia Nan Academy unopposed? You've sealed your own doom!"
Under the oppressive might of the giant hand, Mo Tianxing, the Gold-Silver Elders, and Han Feng dared not act recklessly. They each unleashed their life-preserving combat techniques, pouring all their strength into defense.
"Gale Barrier!" Mo Tianxing roared, his combat energy surging around him to form a swirling wind shield in an attempt to fend off the hand's force.
"Golden Armor!" shouted the Gold Elder. His body gleamed with radiant golden light, which coalesced into a thick protective barrier enveloping him completely.
"Silver Frost Shadows!" The Silver Elder, unwilling to be outdone, surrounded himself with shimmering silver figures, as if to obscure and shield himself.
Han Feng took a deep breath and swung his arms forcefully, summoning a blazing blue flame before him. "Sea Heart Flame!" His voice was cold and resolute, his eyes steely with determination.
The searing heat of the Sea Heart Flame created a fiery barrier, encasing Han Feng within its protective embrace.
Together, the four managed to cling to life, but each looked grim. Sweat streamed down their foreheads, betraying the tension and anxiety they felt.
Su Qian observed their struggle, a mocking smile spreading across his face. His eyes gleamed with a hint of triumph. "Do you think this is the end?" he sneered, his tone dripping with derision.
No sooner had his words fallen than another earth-shattering rumble echoed from beneath their feet.
The earth shook violently as though it were about to split apart. From the depths, yet another colossal hand burst forth, its aura more terrifying than the first. It stretched skyward, exuding an overwhelming power.
Mo Tianxing, the Gold-Silver Elders, and Han Feng turned pale, their faces etched with horror and despair.
"Another hand!" Mo Tianxing shouted in disbelief, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"How is this possible?" The Gold Elder's face was as white as paper, and his body quivered involuntarily.
"What kind of monster have we encountered?" The Silver Elder's voice was laced with despair, his eyes filled with terror and helplessness.
The two massive hands moved in unison, like the mighty force of titanic deities, crashing down on Mo Tianxing and his companions with unparalleled power.
The trio gave everything they had to resist, but the pressure from the hands sent them flying. They slammed into the ground with great force, coughing up blood as they sustained severe injuries.
Han Feng barely managed to escape critical harm, his *Sea Heart Flame* shielding him. Yet, the oppressive power bore down on him, instilling a deep, inexpressible fear.
"This presence... It must be a peak Douzong!" Mo Tianxing cried out, his voice trembling with shock and dread.
"We're doomed! This is a power we cannot possibly contend with!" The Gold Elder's tone was soaked in despair, his eyes reflecting utter helplessness.
"Run! If we don't flee, we'll all die here!" the Silver Elder shouted, his voice filled with panic and fear.
Without hesitation, Han Feng turned and bolted, his face pale with terror and frustration. He understood that running was the only way to survive.
Seeing Han Feng flee, Mo Tianxing and the others dared not linger. They immediately followed, fear and despair written across their faces.
They knew the situation was irredeemable; escape was their sole option.
Watching their frantic retreat, Su Qian sneered, his eyes glinting with triumph. "Han Feng, you petty fools dare to cause trouble at Jia Nan Academy? Now you know fear!" His tone brimmed with confidence and resolve.
Han Feng and the others fled desperately, their hearts gripped by a mix of terror and unwillingness.
The two giant hands relentlessly pursued them, and their presence alone caused the fleeing party's faces to grow even paler. The realization hit them: unless they escaped with everything they had, death was inevitable.
Han Feng panted heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead. Anxiety and unease consumed him. "What are these giant hands? Why have they suddenly appeared?" he growled through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with frustration and anger.
Mo Tianxing, running close behind him, wore an equally grim expression. "Han Feng, what's going on? How did we end up in this nightmare?" His voice was tinged with both helplessness and fury.
The Gold and Silver Elders followed closely, their faces twisted with fear and worry. "That old fox Su Qian—he's been hiding this enormous trump card the whole time. We never had a chance!" the Gold Elder said bitterly, his voice carrying a tone of resignation and despair.
Their retreat, plagued by panic and desperation, marked the undeniable reality: they had no choice but to flee, for the battle was beyond salvaging.
(End of Chapter)