Amid hysterical screams, a mangled head flew into the sky. Blood and fire erupted, burning the fiendish spirit—along with the many vicious arrangements within it that had never even had the chance to be used—to ashes.
A scraping sound suddenly rang out beside Ji Jue's ear, and a box appeared out of thin air on the deck.
From within the opened box, an icy pale hand reached toward his face.
As the hand spread open, the entire world seemed to fall into darkness. Between its fingers, a mouth slowly opened, calling Ji Jue's name and shaking his soul.
The hand stretched forward, inch by inch toward his face, body, and soul, seeking to seize every part of him in its grasp. But then Ji Jue's outstretched hand caught it and clenched tight.
"Finally learned how to shake hands." Ji Jue smiled.
The silver radiance of the Feigong Matrix lit up inch by inch across his fingers and the back of his hand. In turn, it treated that bizarre hand as material delivered right to his door. Refinement began!
Pale flames ignited between his fingers and spread inch by inch along the convulsing hand, falling into the pitch-black box. At once, waves of agonized, hysterical wailing came from the bottomless darkness. Cracks swelled, then abruptly burst apart.
A gigantic worm covered in arms and faces convulsed as it slithered out. In the blink of an eye, it was burned to charcoal, never to make another sound.
Then an ancient distorted mirror blanketed in dust was cut to pieces, not even having time to capture Ji Jue's reflection within it...
In that fleeting exchange, the sounds of shattering never ceased. The changes were so violent that even the naked eye struggled to follow or perceive them.
Yet everything that could be seen