The hand was thick, with bulging veins, entirely blood-red, and covered in rotting tendrils. It looked hideously grotesque, yet exuded a terrifying aura.
Its strength seemed to be able to hold up the sky, affecting the surroundings and tearing through the void.
Its size was astonishing.
It also gave off the feeling of a god, distorting everything and invading all things.
The moment it appeared, in the eyes of everyone here, time seemed to have stopped and space was destroyed.
Everything seemed to have become a foil in front of the blood-red hand.
Only this hand was the focus of attention here.
The violence and cruelty contained in it formed a will that could crush everything, causing the hearts of all the Rulers here to tremble. Their souls fluctuated and their bodies were suppressed to the point of being unable to move at all.