Li Yan's hand holding the "Flower of the Other Shore" did not tremble in the slightest. Steadily, he inserted the "Flower of the Other Shore" back into the Ghost Thorn bush.
Only then did he release his grip with great difficulty and swiftly retreat again...
At that moment, Li Yan's teeth were chattering, the muscles on his face twitching violently. In an exceedingly short time, bloodshot veins had already appeared in his eyes.
Inside the hand whose little finger had been broken, two streams of water—one scorching, one icy—were boring forward. The searing current was like a spearhead, while the frigid current formed the shaft.
Yet this spear did not thrust straight ahead. Instead, it drilled forward in a mad rotation. After entering through his little finger and reaching his wrist, it continued all the way up, charging into his arm...
Wherever this force passed, Li Yan felt that, in but an instant, all the bones, flesh, and tendons from his fingers to his wrist had been churned into utter ruin.
Yet the skin on the surface remained completely unscathed!
The ten fingers were linked to the heart. Combined with the agony of having the flesh within his palm mashed into bloody pulp, it was enough to make anyone pass out from pain in an instant.
After losing the protection of his spiritual power, Li Yan could not deploy any defense at all. He could only endure everything through sheer willpower.
The toughness of his flesh, blood, and bones was such that even a Spirit Transformation cultivator wielding a magical treasure might not be able to harm him.
Yet this single drop of water had, in the blink of an eye, reduced his fingers and palm to such a state.
Then, in the very next moment, the situation underwent another