Crimson seemed to flow through the dried flesh. The entire arm swelled little by little, its skin turning purplish brown, its muscle contours hideous.
Boom-
It abruptly transformed into a thousand-foot ghost hand. Monstrous evil energy surged, and everyone could not help turning to look.
The pressure from this Netherworld Ghost Hand was no less than that of three Eighth Tier Peaks!
The Sect Master of the Sacred Soul Sect's aged face flushed purple-red. Controlling the ghost hand remotely took an enormous toll, but seeing its terrifying might, he could not help laughing.
In the battle just now, he had been completely ignored. The others had not treated him as anyone of consequence.
Now, however, he had become the person who could sway the battle!
At this point, King You could no longer spare any attention for fighting. He flew backward while frantically signaling to his sect master with his eyes. Seeing that the man had not noticed, he shouted outright, "Sect Master! Lord Sect Master! Since you've called upon the Sacred Hand, hurry and kill Little King Chen!"
The Sect Master of the Sacred Soul Sect gave him a surprised glance. He thought highly of this junior, but his assessment of the battle at this moment was amateurish. Clearly, the better choice was to kill King Chen nearby while he was caught off guard.
"Die!"
He attacked immediately. One section of the ghost hand was still in Jiang Chen's grasp, but its enormous palm came crashing down toward his head.
Its peerless pressure was incomparably savage. The wind from its palm shook the air like rolling thunder.
This strike was terrifying to the extreme.
King You, however, let out a long sigh, his face ashen.
Boom!
White flames shot skyward, enveloping the entire Netherworld Ghost Hand. Strangely, at that