Just as Lin Chuan, the Patriarch of the Wood Clan, and Muyan lay injured on the ground, racking their brains to think of various solutions, in a concealed corner completely unknown to them, a tiny, subtle crack had quietly formed on the crystal that tightly sealed the severed hand.
The crack resembled an extremely thin thread, almost imperceptible unless observed with the utmost care.
In that hidden corner, though the crack on the crystal was minute, it felt like a door opening to an abyss of evil.
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