Starry Sky Rift, Hua Qiang's Resurrection

In the sky, clouds churned madly like boiling water, constantly twisting and changing shape.

That incomparably enormous claw slowly emerged from the roiling clouds, growing larger.

The giant claw resembled a towering mountain, its surface covered in scales that glinted with cold light, each one as large as a house.

Its nails were sharp as blades, flashing with grim, icy radiance as though they could effortlessly tear space apart.

Brilliant Power of Stars swirled around the giant claw, its light dazzling, yet carrying a terrifying pressure that made hearts tremble.

With the appearance of the giant claw, the entire space seemed to be sealed by an invisible force. Hua Qiang only felt the space around him become incomparably sluggish, as if he had fallen into a thick mud pit.

Hua Qiang was horrified. He once again mobilized the power of time and space, unleashing the spatial divine arts he excelled at most as he tried to rip open the sealed space and escape.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the space seemed to have been tightly imprisoned by some immense force, utterly unmoving.

Now he was truly panicking. The shadow of death shrouded his heart, his face grew ever paler, and sweat the size of beans rolled continuously down his forehead.

Am I really going to die here today?

The giant claw slowly descended. Every movement stirred up intense spatial ripples, as though the entire universe were trembling because of it.

Hua Qiang gritted his teeth and, at the critical juncture between life and death, brought out his ultimate trump card.

With an angry roar, spiritual power surged wildly around his body. Dazzling light gathered around his fist as he smashed it fiercely toward the giant claw.

That fist carried the force of thunderbolts, leaving behind a resplendent streak