C128 The Technique of the Cocoon

Yang Xiu lay on the bed, completely unconscious and drained. His left hand, struck by a descending palm, had turned black, and the red gas that had previously swirled between his fingers was now imprinted on his skin—a stark contrast to the earlier mist, yet identical in form.

Unaware of his condition, Yang Xiu had passed out. His blackened left hand gradually shed its dark hue