In the dim void, the giant white fissure filled with blood-light, akin to an eye, slowly opened wide.
Suddenly, a hand with three red lines on its back, its skin pale as a corpse, burst forth from the fissure's blood-light.
It resembled the hand of a Buddha, and in an instant, it was bearing down on Xia Feng.
Xia Feng's expression shifted slightly as he retreated into the Holy Knight Space, but the space shattered like a broken mirror with a ripping sound.
In just a moment, it was as if the Death God had descended; his nerves were taut, knowing he had no power to fight back. Yet his thoughts still raced, weighing whether to return directly to the Evil Dragon Space.
In the end, he decided to take a risk, not choosing to use any other methods. Like a little chick, he was snatched up by the Buddha-like hand, and began to ascend.
As the great hand withdrew back through the space fissure.
