C1224 Stalling

He swiftly retracted his hand, staring at it in shock. His palm was riddled with countless needle-sized holes, oozing fresh blood.

The Martial Saint could feel a searing energy rampaging through his body, threatening to incinerate his meridians and flesh.

With a cold snort, he was enveloped in a black glow. Suddenly, red smoke billowed from the pores of his limbs and torso.

At that moment