This is a woman's hand.
Soft and pliable, with slender fingers.
But it can't be called beautiful, because the skin is ashen like a corpse, with green veins squirming like snakes beneath the skin.
The nails are an eerie dark purple, as if freshly emerged from the womb, dripping pale green mucus.
Zhang Kui snorted coldly and attacked directly, the Lu Li Sword flickered with a disquieting black light.
He wasn't foolish enough to wait for this thing to come out.
As if sensing a threat, a massive amount of vines surged from the tree hole, twisting like a giant hand to collide with the Lu Li Sword.
Boom!
The vines encased in shattered ice scattered, the vine hand shattered, but Zhang Kui was also pushed back, sliding seven or eight meters on the ground with his feet.
Zhang Kui grunted, gritting his teeth and continued forward.
But that tree hole seemed intensely stimulated, filling the sky with pouring vines, sweeping in like a monstrous wave.
"Ha—aah!"
