Piercing Sky Interception

The arm gripping the Long-Haired Man looked somewhat like a human hand. Aside from being slenderer and larger, there was nothing particularly remarkable about it, yet for some reason, it was utterly horrifying.

Everyone present who saw it immediately felt their bodies go numb and their minds grow muddled, as though their consciousness was slowly dissipating.

At that moment, the Handling Bureau employees who had retreated into the distance collapsed to the ground one after another. Not only them—even all the field creatures around them went still in that instant.

Xu Chan stood there, still conscious. What stood before him should be the thing they had come to find this time, some sort of high-level existence.

A wave of drowsiness washed over him as well. On one hand, his mind could not withstand the impact of such a high-level existence; on the other, it was his body's self-protection mechanism at work. But in truth, if he really passed out, he would have no ability to resist at all.

Fortunately, several team members, including him, had a wisp of Chen Chuan's mental power attached to them, keeping them rational and awake. Even so, under such close-range influence, his body seemed detached from himself. He could not feel even the slightest part of it, much less move.

Behind them, Lan Shengu leaned against an armored vehicle, thin trails of blood nearly streaming from his eyes. In his vision appeared a dim yellow world, filled with countless piles of writhing hands. It made him sick to the point of vomiting, yet his body would not move.

The ritual patterns arranged on his body had dissipated the moment that hand appeared. He desperately wished he could faint, if only so he would not have to endure this torment. But he could not.

His innate