It was not only the gods atop Hippo Ancient City—even Li Ziran was completely stunned.
He had peered into the true essence of that pair of tweezers. It might have been some kind of chain, or perhaps an incomprehensible form of energy, but it was certainly extraordinary. Yet he had never imagined that a delicate little hand would suddenly reach in.
He was a Witch Doctor and knew living creatures' organs like the back of his hand. With a single glance, he was certain it was a living hand, no more than three years old.
He could not help looking at the space before him. Its oval structure looked more and more like a fish tank, and the things imprisoned within seemed to be toys inside that tank.
With Snow's death, the space fell quiet again. Those great fish and goat-shaped phantoms resumed swimming about as though they had never experienced the danger just now, yet two living beings had vanished.
The little hand had disappeared too.
But the shock it left behind could not fade.
Li Ziran could not make sense of it. What kind of world was he in? It felt as though he had barged into some living creature's toy space, and everything he had struggled so hard to break free from was nothing more than a child's toy.
But why had he not been threatened?
It had indeed been perilous just now, but whether it was the tweezers or that chubby little child's hand, he had to cast them completely out of his mind.
He could not scare himself.
The only way to conquer fear was to keep moving forward.
He raised his head toward the heights. It was pitch-black and empty. It was difficult to imagine a chubby little hand suddenly appearing in such a