Blood Curse Demon

Lin Shen felt like a bird in a cage, toyed with in the palm of God's hand. He could neither escape nor resist, and could only let others play with him.

Blade lights slashed against the palm light. Though they could carve open crack after crack, those openings were patched up in an instant, utterly useless.

The gap in strength between them was simply too vast. Tian Jiu You's palm light descended at an agonizingly slow pace, pressing down bit by bit, clearly intending to crush Lin Shen's spirit completely.

Facing the slowly descending palm light, Lin Shen had no answer. Even his strongest power could not harm it in the slightest.

Moreover, the palm light had completely sealed off the space around him. The sky-covering hand closed in like a slowly clenched fist, intending to crush him to death within its palm.

Top-tier Immortals are still far too strong. Compared to Tian Jiu You, that Immortal from the Super Combustion Clan was not even worth a fart. Lin Shen sighed inwardly, already prepared to withstand this blow with his physical body.

He did not know whether his body could withstand a strike from a peak Immortal.

Just then, he suddenly saw a beam of light fly through the void. It seemed to pierce heaven and earth, instantly punching through the palm light shrouding Lin Shen.

The sky-covering palm light shattered into pieces in that instant, turning into bubbles that filled the sky.

A figure emerged from that light and stood between Lin Shen and Tian Jiu You.

"Sixth Brother?" Lin Shen was instantly overjoyed when he saw the figure. It was none other than An Liu, the chief steward of the Imperial Palace.

"Little brother, are you all right?" An Liu asked with a genial smile.

"I'm fine now.