Baili An's palm fell with a remarkable composure, appearing somewhat inexplicable in the eyes of others.
But the next moment, a scene unfolded that made all the demons' hearts race wildly, leaving their souls astonished, unbelieving.
A slender, beautiful hand, as if demonic, as if magical, stretched out gracefully like it had plucked fiery blooms from the midst of Hell.
The black sleeve of that hand was embroidered with elegant golden patterns, illuminated by flashes of Yin Thunder, radiating a luxurious brilliance.
As the two palms clashed, the furnace erupted with a thunderous roar of fiery waves, inside the furnace, molten lava burst forth like a volcanic explosion.
Baili An's arm injury was still not healed, and as the palms connected, the sleeves billowed violently; the wound on the arm suddenly tore open, and scattered Blood Pearl burst out.
