The moment Si Chen raised his hand, both black shadows and "Gu Hong" stopped what they were doing.
A chill shot up from the soles of Chen Xu's feet.
His instincts told him to flee immediately.
But it was too late.
When he turned, he saw a gigantic hand in the void, its five fingers spread wide, blotting out half the sky.
"What... what is that...?"
The next instant, an irresistible suction surged from its palm, as though a bottomless abyss had opened in the void.
Chen Xu desperately circulated his immortal essence and struggled to wrench his Dharma manifestation free, but none of it worked.
His body still flew uncontrollably toward that hand, his Dharma manifestation crumbling inch by inch under the suction.
The eerie black shadows with severed hands, along with Gu Hong, were flying toward it too.
They struggled even more fiercely than Chen Xu. Black mist churned wildly, trying to scatter and escape, but the pull from that palm held them in a death grip.
The four figures hung before Si Chen like chickens caught by the neck.
Chen Xu stared at the young man before him in horror. He had known this man was powerful; otherwise, they would never have gathered ten Immortal Emperors to seek him out at the Forgotten River.
But his strength was simply beyond comprehension. Nor did he seem nearly as easygoing as the rumors claimed. His demeanor was icy, utterly unlike the Si Chen described in their intelligence.
And "Gu Hong," that thing neither human nor ghost that had crawled out of the black mist, finally saw Si Chen. For the first time, something human appeared in his eyes.
Panic.
The two black shadows were also looking at Si Chen. Their churning mist slowed, as though they had frozen in