Flesh Sword: Decaying Life

Shen Hui watched helplessly as that hand reached for him, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind:

Could a Nascent Soul Cultivator's hand really stretch this far?

The thought was absurd in the extreme, yet when life and death hung in the balance, people were often like this.

Not a single part of his body could move. Even his eyelids seemed pinned down by a force of ten thousand jun, while only his mind retained a sliver of clarity.

That hand drew nearer and nearer, growing larger and larger.

At first, it had been no bigger than an ordinary person's hand. But by the time it reached him, it seemed to blot out the sky and cover the earth, filling his entire field of vision.

The next instant, his neck tightened as he was seized in the other party's grasp.

Shen Hui felt the bones throughout his body creak and crack, his organs squeezed into a lump, until he could barely draw breath.

At this moment, apart from his thoughts, he truly could not move in the slightest.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator slowly raised him before his face.

Only when their eyes met did Shen Hui finally see that face clearly.

Those blood-red eyes held not the slightest hint of life, only hollow, empty nothingness.

Yet those very eyes seemed capable of stealing one's soul. One glance was enough to make it feel as though one's spirit would be dragged inside.

At the same time, Shen Hui's brow suddenly twitched.

The black-and-white Dao pattern flashed for no reason, and the Yin-Yang Dual Qi, like two tiny fish, spun across his forehead and switched places.

The invisible restraint around his body actually cracked open a narrow seam at that instant.

Shen Hui felt a surge of power spill from between