As soon as the words fell, Fox San Niang's heart trembled.
For some reason, an uneasy feeling lingered in her heart, like a nightmare that wouldn't disperse.
When Qin An placed his palm on the white fox tail, Fox San Niang felt the warmth of his hand.
Very warm, very comfortable.
This feeling faded swiftly.
A burst of golden light erupted from Qin An's palm, dazzling like a blazing sun.
Since the beginning of the battle, Qin An had been channeling the Red Sky Hand but had yet to unleash it.
The Red Sky Hand could be charged, and the longer the charge time, the stronger the power.
At this moment, having reached its limit, Qin An unleashed it all.
The golden light seemed to break through everything before it, destroying everything within sight.
The white fox tail was torn and split, as if scalding hot oil had been poured over it.
"Ah!"
