Jiang Fan's eyelids twitched violently, startled greatly.
This was the palm of a Boundary Master's hand, and it was very likely Hua Xin's!
Any subtle movement contained world-ending might!
Fortunately, the little finger only shifted slightly, then remained still.
Jiang Fan realized, "It seems this palm requires holy power to be fully opened."
Looking at the gap revealed by the little finger's movement, Jiang Fan curiously peered inside.
A hint of blood-red viscous liquid appeared.
"Blood-red? What is this? Boundary Master's blood? But it doesn't carry the expected immense pressure."
Jiang Fan mumbled, and suddenly, he recalled something, his body shuddering violently!
He grasped the Execution Pen in his palm!
His eyes sparkled with excitement.
Because he had already guessed what this was!
Execution Pen… ink!!!
However, he needed to verify this first.
He took out the Space Mirror, and with a thought, Hua Xin was teleported out.
