An Xiaotong rested with her eyes closed, the breathtaking curve of her lips cutting deep into God's Hand.
An inexplicable unease gnawed at him.
The feeling was too strange. She was doomed to die, and he had sealed every possible escape route, yet his prey remained unnaturally calm.
It was as though hunter and prey had traded places.
Damn it! Where did An Xiaotong get her confidence!?
"Everyone, reinforce the Abyss for me!" Unwilling to risk further complications, God's Hand ordered them directly.
In midair, the six members of Ten Hands acted together, forming a ring around the Abyssal Light Pillar.
Phantoms of evil gods rose behind them, making heaven and earth seem cramped, filled by six silhouettes that blotted out the sky.
Indescribable whispers echoed through the Abyss as six distinct surges of divine power shot from their bodies into the Abyssal Light Pillar that connected heaven and earth.
Pitch-black Abyssal Fire suddenly ignited along the pillar's dark outer walls, racing upward.
Inside the pillar, the Dark-Black Lotus Platform shook violently, scorched black markings spreading across its petals.
An Xiaotong remained seated within the burning lotus, her Dark-Gold Phoenix Wings folded tightly around her, her black-and-gold coat whipping in the searing Abyssal Fire.
The Abyss ate away at her ever more fiercely, but her heart remained as steadfast and unyielding as iron.
Yet the cruelest thing about the world was that objective reality did not bend to human will.
However firm her conviction, she still could not withstand the combined refining power of six members of Ten Hands.
Gradually, fine black cracks spread like spiderwebs across her beautiful, pale face, like white porcelain fired for too long.
The cracks slowly spread down her jaw and neck.
Fragments of white porcelain skin, thin as cicada wings, flaked away. Before they