Wang Lin hurtled onward, the ring bestowed upon him by Pang De now ablaze with light. Concentric waves of energy pulsed outwards, swirling around him in a vortex of power as he plunged towards the colossal hand formed from the very essence of the Seven-Colored Realm. Yun Ke, after a moment’s hesitation, gritted his teeth and followed close behind.

The azure-robed crone, however, was grievously wounded. Without a second thought, she soared upwards, desperate to escape the closing fist.

With earth-shattering roars, the gigantic hand of pure, multicolored essence began to clench. Its five mountainous fingers slowly descended towards the palm, seeking to crush Wang Lin within its grasp!

The sight was terrifying. Each finger, a mountain unto itself, plummeted with screeching fury from five different directions. Shadow enveloped the heavens, a spectacle of unimaginable dread.

First to strike was the hand’s little finger. Even before it touched down, a gale of impossible force roared forth, a wind capable of shattering the void, collapsing the sky, and obliterating all mortal flesh!

Buffeted by this wind, the already weakened crone trembled, her face ashen. Yet, she redoubled her efforts, straining to climb higher, to escape the reach of the palm.

She knew, with chilling certainty, that this impossible hand sought only Wang Lin’s destruction. His death would mean its dissipation, a return to peace. No longer daring to dream of escaping the Seven-Colored Realm, her sole focus was survival. “If I can just endure until that vermin Lu is extinguished, I might yet live!” she thought, her face devoid of color as she battled the hurricane.

But Wang Lin’s eyes blazed with defiance. Seeing the little finger plummeting, vast enough to blot out half the sky, he laughed. “Whether you are a Palm Sovereign or not, your intent seems to be to test my will to escape! But why should I flee? How could I truly escape? I shall fight!” With a resonant laugh, the star of dominion upon his brow whirled, and he raised his left hand, pointing it towards the heavens.

Suddenly, a black wind swept across the world, so thick it devoured the light. Within its swirling depths, six black dragons materialized, their roars echoing through the heavens as they lunged towards the descending finger!

And as the six dragons emerged, a seventh, even more terrifying, burst forth from the heart of the inky storm! Wang Lin, normally capable of summoning but six, had, through the burning battle-intent of his dominion, shattered his own limits and unleashed a seventh beast!

These seven black dragons, bringing with them a chill that could extinguish the very flame of life, slammed into the mountain-finger. They were serpentine gods determined to shatter a mountain, to leave no stone upon another!

A cataclysmic explosion reverberated, sending a shockwave tearing outwards in a furious tide. But Wang Lin, amidst the storm, moved not backward but forward. With each step, he grew closer. Again, he performed a hand seal, and once more, he pointed towards the heavens.

As the seven dragons crashed and splintered, one by one, a chilling, Yin-like energy descended from the sky. Within this frigid aura was a viscous quality, and in a flash, countless crystalline shards filled the air – raindrops, born in an instant!

As these raindrops fell, they absorbed the power of heaven and earth, coalescing into a single, overwhelming force!

With a wave of Wang Lin’s left hand, the rain transformed into a storm of icy needles that lashed out against the descending hand. A crackling sound filled the air as frost formed upon the surface of the gigantic palm, rapidly solidifying into a sheet of ice!

The little finger bore the brunt of the attack, completely encased in frigid armor! But this was no mere encasement. In the moment of its creation, the ice exploded outwards, not through the hand’s own strength, but through the evolution of Wang Lin’s Rain Summoning technique!

A transformation unseen until now, unlocked by his growing power and the fire of battle!

Rain had become ice, and ice had become implosion. With the power of the ice’s violent shattering, a force far greater than its initial freezing effect was unleashed.

The sounds of the ice shattering ripped through the heavens as the fingers of the Seven-Colored hand shuddered, yet they continued their relentless descent. Even the battered little finger shook, but continued its advance.

Wang Lin’s eyes burned with a crimson light. As the ice shattered, he did not relent. Again, he raised his left hand, and from his open mouth flew the Seal of Sealed Immortals. From within it poured forth a multitude of war souls. Only the soul of Tian Yunzi remained absent, but the rest, led by Void Sky, emerged with mournful cries, charging towards the little finger.

Wang Lin fought with everything he had. He had unleashed the technique of Scattered Soldiers, and now, with another hand seal and a shout, he called upon the earth itself! “Mountain Collapse!”

The ground rumbled as five colossal volcanoes materialized before him. Their interiors blazed with molten fury, though they were but phantoms. Yet, they erupted ceaselessly!

And at that instant, a boundless torrent of killing intent poured forth from Wang Lin’s very being. He unleashed all the accumulated killing intent he had absorbed from the grey-robed Tian Yunzi. It coalesced into a blood-red sword, joining Wang Lin’s other spells in a desperate charge against the rapidly approaching finger. All this unfolded in the blink of an eye, in the instant before the five fingers closed.

Darkness, dragons, rain, ice, souls, volcanic earth, all woven together with the fury of murder – a single, devastating technique aimed at the hand’s little finger!

The six phantom volcanoes slammed into the finger with deafening roars. The seven black dragons detonated in a series of catastrophic explosions. The rain hardened into layers of ice, ceaselessly forming and shattering!

Countless war souls crashed against the finger, bursting apart with unimaginable force. The blood-red sword plunged into the finger’s flesh and shattered, releasing its concentrated killing intent into the wound.

The earth trembled, the shockwave causing Yun Ke to cough blood and the azure-robed crone’s soul to nearly shatter. The heavens themselves seemed to pause their turning, then exploded with a deafening roar. And then, the mountain-finger… collapsed!

Cracks appeared, widening into fissures. The upper half of the little finger transformed into a swirling vortex of broken stone, scattering debris in a furious blast.

Wang Lin coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face pale. The protective light of his magical treasures shattered, and the Pang De ring on his finger disintegrated into dust. He was thrown back by the force of the explosion.

Yun Ke, shielded by Wang Lin’s position, took less of the initial impact, but his soul still shuddered, his meridians severed, and his bones splintered into a bloody mess.

The azure-robed crone, having climbed further away, had only been grazed by the blast. Even so, she was close to death.

She believed she had escaped, but terror seized her as she looked back. The hand’s index finger was hurtling towards her with impossible speed, striking her body with unimaginable force.

With a final, deafening boom, the crone’s body dissolved into a cloud of blood. Her soul struggled to escape, but Wang Lin, recoiling from the explosion, swept it into his sleeve.

The hand formed of the Seven-Colored Realm had lost half of its little finger. But the broken digit was not destroyed. It greedily absorbed the energy of the heavens, rapidly attempting to reform!

If the half-finger reformed, all of Wang Lin’s efforts would be for nothing. He stared at the approaching index finger, his eyes burning with battle-lust tinged with desperation.

He had to be quick. The other three fingers were closing in fast. He knew that if they closed, he would be crushed. Never in his long life had he faced such peril.

As the index finger curved downwards, Wang Lin gripped the air with his left hand. The Void Nirvana treasure of Cang Songzi, the Crystal Sword, materialized in his grip. He spat a mouthful of blood upon the blade and unleashed its full potential, then hurled it toward the descending finger.

The Crystal Sword screamed as it flew, emitting a torrent of light and energy that tore through the heavens.

Such treasures were rare within the Four Great Realms. Their power was devastating. With a cry, the sword struck the descending finger.

“Ji – 1!” Wang Lin shouted, barely audible above the sound of the cataclysm.

The Crystal Sword shattered in an explosion of power that brought the finger to a momentary halt.

Wang Lin, with no time to mourn the loss, reached into his storage space and pulled out another treasure – an axe of emerald jade.

Within Cang Songzi’s bag, even in death, lay another treasure of the Void Nirvana realm. The jade axe hummed with the power of countless forgotten seals.