Qu Zan reached his hand over. His five fingers spread involuntarily, and the five fingers of that hand spread as well.
The two faced each other across the gap.
He had a premonition that as soon as his fingers interlocked with those of that Ghost Hand, he would gain control over it.
With his right hand, he pulled out the vajra. He had thought it would take a great deal of force.
To his surprise, the slightest effort was enough, as easy as drawing a chopstick out of water.
The vajra was heavy. Qu Zan hefted it; it was probably made of pure gold.
The instant he pulled it out, that hand joined with Qu Zan's hand.
Then they melted into one.
No, it was not melting, but invasion.
It was like countless needles piercing Qu Zan's fingertips, stabbing beneath his fingernails and prying them up.
Over and over, countless times!
"Aah!"
Qu Zan felt a surge of excruciating pain. An icy, uncanny power-his left hand felt as though it had been thrust into a meat grinder, endlessly ground into bone paste and minced flesh...
The agony nearly overturned his reason.
He used his [Pain Reduction] talent, and the pain eased a little.
After an unknown length of time, the searing pain vanished.
Qu Zan's face was deathly pale, and his entire body was drenched in sweat, apart from his left hand.
He looked at his left hand. It seemed no different from usual.
[You have successfully Bound "Indra’s Hand"!] [Revival level: 0%]
"Indra?" Qu Zan was momentarily stunned. "Indra is the legendary Buddhist guardian god of war, with the form of a thousand eyes. Is this Indra connected to that one? Or do they simply share a name?"
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