บท 465: The Man Who Was So Angered That He Spouted Blood

A thunderous rumbling sound resounded as the giant blood-red palm flew toward Bu Fang in order to crush him. Even space was oppressed by that palm and it emitted a sharp whistling sound as it flew toward Bu Fang.

The Netherworld woman swiftly dodged it and stood in a distant place as she coldly looked at Bu Fang who seemed like a small skiff before that blood-red palm.

It was impossible for Bu Fang to block that palm with his current cultivation. There was no doubt about it… He was definitely going to die.

However, just when she just assumed that he would surely die, countless specks of white light appeared above his head. They seemed like a group of fireflies who whirled in the air as they scattered in all directions.

Those specks of light formed a silk-yarn-like thread and a tear in space appeared. The sound of something being torn apart echoed as that crevice was torn open by something.

A furry dog's paw quietly came out from the crevice.