A slightly cool touch came, and then the tombkeeper heard the sound of something falling to the ground.
He looked down and saw that it was a hand, neatly cut from the wrist by transparent silk thread, and rolled to the ground.
The red flesh and blood and the white bones form a strange and extremely cold scene.
The gravekeeper stared at the severed hand for a long time before he realized that it was his hand.
Those are his hands!
The belated pain finally surged forward, causing a suppressed and hoarse roar to escape from the gravekeeper's throat.
He struggled violently, trying to get up and break free from the restraints, but as soon as he made a move, he felt the familiar and tight cold pull again.
He suddenly stiffened, and the blood in his body seemed to stop flowing at this moment. He only mechanically turned his head and looked to the other side.
——On his right wrist, a transparent silk thread was gently wrapped around him at some point.
Uncontrollable fear overwhelmed him, and the tombkeeper's back tensed instantly!
Zheng!
Another sound came from the piano.
The tombkeeper struggled violently, but was horrified to find that the surrounding space had been controlled by an extremely powerful force.
Those transparent silk threads were entangled with each other, forming a small and tight "cage", trapping him inside, making it extremely difficult to even get up, let alone anything else.
Boom!
His right hand fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
The mottled blood stains on the ground were shocking, and the rich smell of blood spread.
The air in the huge palace seemed to be frozen, and countless pairs of eyes watched the scene happening in front of them, silent and full of shock.
They have all seen how strong the tombkeeper is before.
However, the powerful existence that had almost forced all of them into desperation, at this moment, had their hands cut off so easily!
He couldn't even resist, he was just like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, humiliated to the extreme!
Baili Xueyao...it is rumored that there is only one step away from being a god-level powerhouse. How powerful is he?
Moreover, according to the tombkeeper, Baili Xueyao's current strength has regressed a lot and cannot be compared with her at her peak.
So how powerful was she at that time?
There has never been a god-level powerhouse in the realm of gods for thousands of years, not even a demigod.
Everything related exists in the legends from thousands of years ago.
It wasn't until this moment, when they saw Baili Xueyao with their own eyes, that they finally realized how powerful the practitioners from thousands of years ago really were!
Unable to hold on, the tombkeeper knelt heavily on the ground with his other knee. Because of the pain, his body trembled slightly, and he could only breathe painfully and quickly from his throat.
He himself did not expect that Baili Xueyao, who had long since ceased to be in its prime, still possessed such terrifying combat power!
The same demigod... the same demigod!
Xue Yao raised her hand and tucked the strands of hair on her cheeks behind her ears. Every move she made was elegant and charming, with a hint of indescribable laziness.
She glanced back at Ye Xiyue, her gaze resting for a moment on the ball of light that had lost most of its blood color, and her eyebrows slightly raised.
No wonder he has such courage, it turns out he has the backing of this thing.
"How naive. Do you think you can break through that threshold with the help of a volume of god-level magic?"
The tombkeeper suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with resentment.
"If it weren't for you...if it weren't for you! I would have already become it! This book of magic has been integrated with me——"
Xueyao suddenly chuckled.
"Fusion? Then how come you didn't even notice that it was incomplete?"