After the two made their decision, they were about to rise and fly, but before they could summon their tunneling light, they felt as though their feet were weighted with lead. Looking down in shock, they realized that at some point, they had been surrounded by thick yellow mist, rendering them unable to take a single step forward.
Suddenly, a loud laugh echoed from ahead. The yellow mist surged like crashing waves, rapidly converging into a dense mass. In an instant, a colossal ocher hand, spanning ten zhang, emerged from below. The two men finally understood—they had been standing in the palm of the Xuanhuang Dragon Capturing Hand all along. This realization petrified them with fear, leaving their souls nearly scattered.
The Xuanhuang Great Hand spread its fingers wide and flipped its palm over, sweeping down at them like a tidal wave. In the blink of an eye, the two were engulfed completely, leaving behind only two quick and muffled screams. Above the clouds, silence reigned.
