At that thought, God's Hand secretly held back some of his strength, merely controlling the Abyss army to continuously wear down An Xiaotong while coordinating with the other Ten Hands' attacks.
The reason he did not personally enter the fray was simple. It was not because he could not defeat An Xiaotong, but because he feared getting injured.
An Xiaotong's sword could cut through anything. Even he would not feel good if it struck him.
If he suffered severe injuries, the other Ten Hands would definitely turn on him and try to replace him.
After all, as the weakest of the Ten Hands, his rise to power had set a "good example" for the others.
In the battlefield, An Xiaotong was trapped in a tight encirclement. Endless Abyss demons surged at her from every direction like a black tide.
Her Dark-Gold Phoenix Wings spread wide, and golden flames swept forth, driving back the Abyss demons again and again.
Every burst of flame left scorched corpses scattered across the ground.
Several Ten Hands harassed her from afar, but none dared approach rashly.
They all had the same thought. You, God's Hand, wanted the Thought Eye, and you would not share it with us after succeeding. Why should we risk our lives?
The Ten Hands all understood An Xiaotong's strength. Her slashes that could cut through anything were unstoppable even with divine protection.
What if she dragged one of them down with her before dying?
It was like an ordinary person holding a pistol while being surrounded by a crowd. The pistol definitely would not have enough bullets to kill everyone.
But who would be the first to step up and take a bullet was a very serious question.
Second by second, An Xiaotong's breathing began to grow ragged, and the flames