The rotting giant hand, with its dim yellow eyes, looked at Lu Ning and said, "No matter who you are, no matter what you are, you can't stop me!"

Lu Ning held the crimson sword in his right hand and the bone pocket watch in his left, and calmly said, "I want to try."

As soon as Lu Ning finished speaking, a dim yellow beam of light shot out from the fingers of the rotting giant hand and flew towards Lu Ning.

The rotting giant hand chose to take direct action!

The aura of death surged, and its mere approach caused Lu Ning's skin to turn grayish-blue.

However, Lu Ning clearly sensed that the aura of death was not as strong as before.

Clearly, the sacred fire that the sun had previously ignited, while failing to kill the rotting giant hand, had significantly reduced the power it transmitted through the dim yellow mist.

The rotting giant hand is probably no longer at the demigod level.

This is definitely good news for Lu Ning and the others.

Blood mist swirled around the crimson sword in Lu Ning's hand, and tentacles grew from the hilt, wrapping around Lu Ning's arm.

Instead of retreating, Lu Ning advanced, taking a step forward and offering his flesh and blood as a sacrifice, slashing heavily towards the dim yellow pillar of light.

Crimson light and white light intertwined, the sword light was extremely condensed, like a volcano about to erupt, colliding with the dim yellow light pillar.

The collision between the two was silent. In this silent collision, the sword light was constantly worn down by the aura of death, while the aura of death was also shattered by the sharp sword light.

Even though the rotting giant hand had weakened considerably, the aura of death was still powerful.

Lu Ning's sword light was quickly 'killed', and the remaining pillar of death light rushed towards Lu Ning.

Lu Ning's sacrificial flesh and blood had been restored. He stepped on the ground, and his figure suddenly disappeared, reappearing behind the rotting giant hand.

Having dodged the attack of the death beam, Lu Ning wanted to continue his counterattack.

His flesh and blood were once again absorbed as blood mist, leaving him with almost nothing but bones.

However, before Lu Ning could unleash his second sword strike, the indescribable, divine voice of the rotting giant hand rang out once more.

"die!"

Lu Ning's eyes immediately dimmed, and he died on the spot.

His body swayed and fell to the ground, but before he could touch the ground, Lu Ning's skeletal hand pushed off the ground and he leaped up again.

He came back to life.

The rotting giant hand had clearly anticipated Lu Ning's resurrection.

A hazy, yellowish mist swirled around the rotting giant hand, and it uttered its death utterance once more: "Die!"

Lu Ning, who had just been resurrected, died again, swaying as he fell to the ground.

However, in the next instant, Lu Ning was resurrected again.

The two sides seem to be locked in a tug-of-war between death and immortality.

However, Lu Ning soon noticed the difference.

The dim yellow mist emanating from the golden halo continued to channel power into the rotting giant hand.

As time goes by, the power of the rotting giant hand, which was originally weakened, will gradually return.

All of this seems to be moving in a direction that still benefits the rotting giant hand.

Just then, a sudden gust of wind arose, and a blue wind spear descended from the sky, piercing fiercely towards the rotting giant hand.

It is the Sage Qinglan!

In the blink of an eye between Lu Ning and the rotting giant hand, the Azure Mist Saint traversed more than a kilometer and returned to the battlefield.

As a saint, and one who possesses a high-risk soul weapon, Saint Qinglan might not be able to defeat the rotten giant hand from before.

However, the rotting giant hand, severely damaged by the sacred fire, was completely unable to ignore the attack from the Azure Mist Saint.

He had originally intended to continue mobilizing his own death power to suppress Lu Ning with the words of death, but now he had no choice but to dodge the attack of the Azure Mist Saint.

The wind spear landed with a deafening roar.

The violent force blasted a deep crater in the ground, but the rotting giant hand had already dodged the attack.

He raised his palm, his dim yellow eyes looking at the Azure Mist Saint riding the wind in the sky, and the words of death once again came from the mouth that originated from the back of his hand: "Die!"

The Azure Mist Saint in the sky paled slightly and let out a muffled groan.

When the Saint Qinglan arrived, he had already seen the methods of the rotting giant hand. Naturally, he was not unprepared and had already used the gale to condense a defensive barrier around himself.

While the Death Word cannot be avoided, it has been weakened somewhat.

Even so, the Azure Mist Saint was still injured. He could clearly feel that his internal organs seemed to have aged a lot, as if he had taken a long step on the road to death.

Despite his own injuries, Saint Qinglan remained expressionless, a crazed and ferocious glint flashing in his eyes.

The next moment, he frantically poured his spiritual power into the long-handled scythe in his hand.

As spiritual energy was poured in, patches of blue feathers seemed to suddenly grow on the long-handled scythe.

Behind the Azure Mist Saint, there also seemed to be a weakening, wriggling movement, as if feathers were about to grow from his back.

He slashed down with his scythe at the rotting giant hand below.

The air seemed to distort for a moment, and then the rotting giant hand was silently split in two.

Along with the phantom, the earth beneath it was also severed.

A smooth crack appeared, spreading from the feet of the rotting giant hand phantom, and only stopped below the golden halo.

Saint Qinglan exhaled a breath of turbid air, but his expression showed no surprise, because he knew that such an attack was clearly insufficient to deal with the evil god's clone before him.

Sure enough, the rotting giant hand that had just been cut in two rejoined.

His phantom only dimmed slightly, but it recovered again with the power of the dim yellow mist.

The rotting giant hand was about to continue using the language of death.

Just then, a violent blue energy beam and a dark golden fireball shot over from a distance.

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