As an icy, razor-sharp sensation surged into his heart and burst into its chambers, Ding Moluo's pupils abruptly widened, his face went deathly pale, and he immediately opened his mouth and spat out blood.
Pfft.
This utterly sudden internal injury left Ding Moluo dumbfounded, his mind instantly plunged into blank chaos.
"Ah?"
He had no idea what had happened to him.
Clearly, long before forming the seals to activate "Life-Seizing Nether Hand," Ding Moluo had secretly set up "Misfortune Manipulator," controlling countless invisible Control Strings to weave together into an intangible, transparent spherical barrier that firmly protected his body within.
That way, Ding Moluo could ward off all external attacks from every direction without a single blind spot, preventing Ye Chen from causing any interference during his casting of "Spirit Realm."
Ding Moluo had once believed that this precaution of his was seamless as heaven's own garment, leaving Ye Chen with no chance to struggle any longer.
Yet now, it seemed he had been completely wrong.
Even though Ding Moluo had guarded himself so thoroughly, at the very instant he formally activated "Life-Seizing Nether Hand," his flesh-and-blood body was still attacked and wounded.
And the injured spot was, of all places, Ding Moluo's vital heart!
This bizarre assault had not come from outside—it had been launched directly from within his body!
It felt as though, at the same time Ding Moluo formed his hand seals, several long, thin needles had suddenly emerged from the organs inside his abdominal cavity out of thin air, then stabbed viciously into his heart together!
This internal attack, completed without a god or ghost knowing, utterly caught Ding Moluo off guard!
Thus, in that moment, not only did he spit blood and have his limbs stiffen as his flesh-and-blood body suffered a savage blow, his