Only then did Fang Yun finally sense the nature of that power clearly.
That isn't the mighty power of the Sacred Way at all. It's fundamentally different from my Withering Force. My Withering Force has not only power but will, like a complete person, while its Inverse Stele Force has power alone, without will, like a mindless, brainless walking corpse or zombie. In the deepest reaches of that power lies an aura of utter deathly stillness, like the power dispersed after the ancestors died. It's essentially corpse qi.
"Pale Hand!"
The Broken Stele Fierce Spirit's divine sense slowly uttered a phrase, as though it were the pronunciation of the Inverse Stele's second character.
Hearing the Broken Stele Fierce Spirit's voice, the various races retreated farther away. Only the savage creature Murky Mud remained motionless, still devouring Black Treasure Mountain.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
The sound of enormous objects surging out of the water rang out around the edges of Fang Yun's Mountain Island. A ghastly white giant hand rose from below in each of its eight directions.
Each giant hand had a palm a hundred zhang long. A thin layer of white skin wrapped its bones, which were blue-green, making the eight withered giant hands look even stranger. Every fingernail was exceedingly sharp and black as ink. Most terrifying of all, black ghostly faces flickered within those pitch-black nails.
Beneath the giant hands were arms of skin and bone, each bearing strange black patterns like mysterious tattoos.
After rising into the air, the eight giant hands suddenly clawed at Fang Yun in unison. Their sharp nails pierced the air with tremendous shrieks.
Each hand was like an enormous mountain. Each hand was like an expanse of sky.
"Not bad." As Fang Yun spoke, Flowing Current beneath his feet suddenly gave a