Facing the glazed golden hand, the terrifying giant mouth and the forty Buddha teeth, Fahualin seemed to have fallen into his deepest nightmare. His tens of thousands of years of practice seemed to have encountered his born nemesis, and he couldn't keep a calm mind anymore. His thoughts surged like boiling water, dragging his instinct of his infinity all the way down.
His golden body seemed to be shackled, and his spirit seemed to be frozen. At this moment, he couldn't break free and couldn't make an effective reaction beyond fearing the chaos, but could only watch helplessly at the giant mouth and body!
