The five fingers burning with light flames collided with Han Hui's raised palm, like sand grains trying in vain to shake a reef, inch by inch disintegrating into dust.
Yet behind the shattered palm, a spiritual hand appeared out of thin air.
At that critical moment, it grasped Han Hui's hand with all its strength, as if meeting for the first time, offering eagerness and fervor.
"Hello!"
At that moment, Han Hui finally saw the mocking smile on the broken face.
And, behind those container cracks, a mechanical brain seemingly burning with light flames!
Carrying Ji Jue's soul, his self, and everything!
Perhaps this body was nothing but a falsehood, yet Ji Jue's soul was within it! Even as a counterfeit, it was enough to exert his true power for a moment!
Just like…
Now!
Jing Zhen erupted, collapsing the last unreachable distance and qualification, and for a moment, that spiritual hand finally touched Han Hui's palm.
Even if it was only for a fleeting moment.
It was enough!
