Li Yunjian also struck out with a palm directly, and with this move, Xiao Qiang's body finally escaped the pull of that terrifying hand, flying straight out of the battlefield. At this moment, Xiao Qiang did not know what to say; he had begun to hate himself, hate his own impotence, always needing his senior brother to save him again and again.
Shortly after he departed, the massive hand appeared in front of Qiao Mu and Li Yunjian, about to grasp them both directly.
At this moment, a sword shadow descended straight from the ninth heaven and slashed fiercely onto the hand. This sword, embodying all dominance, sharpness, and strength, caused the huge hand to vibrate violently and retreat repeatedly.
Xiao Qiang finally felt a boulder lifted from his heart. And at this time, a figure descended from the ninth heaven.
