In a hysterical scream, a mangled head flew skyward, blood and fire burst forth, burning the Evil Spirit along with numerous malicious arrangements inside it that were of no use.
The sound of friction suddenly arose beside Ji Jue's ear, as a box appeared out of thin air on the deck.
Inside the opened box, a cold, pale hand reached out towards his face.
As the hand unfolded, the entire world seemed to plunge into darkness, and a mouth slowly opened between the fingers, calling Ji Jue's name and shaking his soul.
That hand extended forward, inch by inch, towards his face, body, and soul, aiming to grasp all of him, but it was promptly caught by Ji Jue's reaching hand and tightly clenched.
"Finally learned how to shake hands?" Ji Jue laughed.
The Silver Radiance of the Non-Attack Matrix lit up inch by inch from his fingers and the back of his hand, turning the bizarre hand into delivered materials and starting the refinement!
