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"Aah!!!"

Inside the teleportation passage, within the glowing red tunnel, countless black arms wrapped around Mi Si Tuo Ka like ropes, locking him in a death grip and dragging him rapidly toward the other end of the portal.

"No!!"

He screamed in terrified fury.

Bang!!

Mi Si Tuo Ka felt as though he had smashed through a heavy barrier and entered a cramped, viscous space filled with immense resistance.

Before he could look around, rings upon rings of weakening arcane spells descended in a rush, reducing the resistance of his skin to an unimaginable degree.

It felt like turning steel into tofu.

Mi Si Tuo Ka tried to resist, but the instant he moved, a blaze of brilliant red light enveloped him.

"Very pleased to meet you." A tall, powerfully built man with countless black hands floating behind him watched him with a smile.

Mi Si Tuo Ka opened his mouth to speak, but an ocean of black arms immediately bored into his gaping jaws.

"Looks like you're pleased too." Lu Sheng looked at the big black fellow before him, feeling as though he had found a hot dog in winter or a watermelon in summer.

The enormous divinity contained within the other's body, though already tainted by Abyssal power, still amounted to more than thirty-five points.

And the Abyss Lord core that slowly released endless scorched-earth power was the most precious core of this monster.

Which fucking eye of yours saw that I was pleased!? Mi Si Tuo Ka roared in grief and fury. His mouth was still plugged, while countless black hands surged madly into his body.

This was one of the modified forms of the Ninety-Nine Arcane Divine Art, called Shadow Hand—a cultivation art derived from an eighth-circle arcane spell.

The function of this arcane art was