The statue of the God of Wings suddenly cast a thousand beams into the sky where a beautiful hand came into shape.
That hand seemed substantial, instead of illusionary. It moved gently and slowly toward the Wicked Bead. The action was tender and soft like water as if a wife was patting her husband's cheeks with her hand.
The Wicked Bead was fast. It was quicker compared to the slow-moving hand. Yet, the beautiful hand grabbed the Wicked Bead with ease.
No matter how the Wicked Bead tried, it could not get away from the hand. Nothing could help the Wicked Bead from the hand's grasp.
Lu Li was shocked that the Wicked Bead could not break away from the beautiful hand. To make it worse, from the beautiful hand came a surge of energy that had started to take control of the Wicked Bead.
