Xiao Naihe couldn't begin to describe the feeling in his heart. After meeting Lin Yun, all his pride felt as if it had been viciously trampled.
His strength was inferior to Lin Yun's, and they were the same age. Now, even his final trump card, the Saint's Mark, had failed to kill Lin Yun.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Lin Yun and his companion fiercely resisting the giant hand. Xiao Naihe truly felt an urge to go mad. 'Why? Why would someone like this appear in the Eastern Domain...?'
The cracks on the giant hand grew more and more distinct, spreading across it like a spiderweb. At the same time, the phantom Saint behind Xiao Naihe began to show the same signs, with more and more fissures appearing on its body.
'They did it! Lin Yun and Little Ape actually did it!' Just as Meng Liuli and the others were thinking this, the giant hand, with only a final sliver of its power remaining, was not completely shattered.
