After finishing off Ke Dongkun, Chu Tianhe slowly raised his hand and passed the sheathed Ancient Tomb Han Dao to Youruo. He then turned and walked toward the heart of the battlefield.
"Brother Tian, your hand... are you alright?"
The moment Chu Tianhe turned, Youruo’s gaze fell upon the right hand he had been using to hold the blade. His hand was completely shriveled; the skin and muscle had lost all vitality, resembling the hand of a dried corpse—bony, gaunt, and with loose skin pulled tight over the bone. It looked incredibly eerie.
Chapter 268