"Just what is this power?"

Ye Qingyu rose from the stone bed. His figure flashed, coming to to the sky well high above the stone palace.

Lifting his head, he could already see that the massive black demonic palm was already less than a hundred meters away. It was illusory, but also seemed real, the muscles and wrinkles on its body exceedingly clear. There was a queer bizarre formation light fluctuating between the wrinkles, as if they were nether light locks. It was neither ...