h all its might, trying to use the sharp point to shred Fang Yu's palm.Looking at the murderous weapon in front of him, forged from killing intent, Fang Yu frowned and clenched his right hand tightly....s in his mind tangled together, hard to unravel.But by his side, Han Miaoyi still gazed at the stele, her brow furrowed, as if she was still trying to decipher the remaining inscription.……At this mome...